Oh, no

cheese and ham again, its OK I’m texting for a pizza

That’s why

they call it the Blues

Leave my nuts alone

they are not for you, but the birds

Until the starting gun gets fired

you’ll have to content yourself with a pint, at the Railway Tavern

The eyes of the World will be

on here in 2012

I think

I left my bicycle over there

Not a

culture vulture

You are never alone

with a book

The first signs of Spring

it was a long Winter

I have to

return to one of my favourite buildings