It’s holiday time, we’re going to Butlins Only fifteen sleeps ‘til our only break From this grimy, shitty council estate This holiday made of fine gold plate It’s going to be great, it’s a break from depressing It’s going to be bloody great! Two little girls in the dodgy hood Council kids but our mannersContinue reading “Butlins”
Runny nose Scabby knees Skimming pebbles Climbing trees Dirty plasters Nits in hair Grimy hands We didn’t care. Cast off clothing Socks as gloves Bin bag sledges Dens above Staying out Til sun had gone Love me not Am I the one? Sindy dolls With butchered hair Times were hard We didn’t care. Slides standContinue reading “We Didn't Care”
It was nice
The Saturday tea.
Family sitting around the living room
Scraps of greasy newspaper balanced on our knee
Last week’s news saturated in chip fat
This week’s wellbeing, the cholesterol it’s enemy.
Scraps of batter, vinegar, swimming in a sea of mushy pea
A battered sausage promising dancing tastebuds
A haddock resplendent in its crispy, greasy coat
Chips golden like they’d been deep fried by the sun
Cuisine like nirvana, sliding deliciously down my nostalgic throat.