Thinkings

At School in the late sixties I played rhythm guitar in a Pop Group. One Saturday our lead guitarist and me were going to meet up with a girl from School at Henley Regatta,this was when they had a massive fair-ground as a side attraction. "we don't need to dress up" he said "we'll just wear some old tatty clothes!"....so following his lead I met him at Twyford railway station wearing my only and very decrepit Levis which were ripped and some bits were bleached as a "fashion statement" and I wore a similarly tatty top.He meanwhile was wearing a suit,collar and tie and new shoes and looked every inch a pop-star whilst I looked like some vagrant that had latched on to someone who might have money......

I used to run a business from a little Bedford van and they'd all come running down the street when they heard the ice-cream man All went well for quite a while and I did a roaring trade shifting ...ice-cream...lollies and coke and lemonade But then I met this local girl and me life just went to pot as she'd hang around the van most nights and things were getting hot Then she started chatting and we seemed to get on fine and I wooed her with me Mivvies and the occasional ninety-nine But she started taking liberties wanting,Magnums and Cornettos then tapped me up for fifty quid to buy some posh stilettos So,one night I'd just had enough she was clearly bloody dippy so I  hit her with a frozen Feast when she tried to grab my Whippy........

I've got no lawn,don't need a mower I'm not "old-school" like Percy Thrower I've got no hoe or noisy blower I'm not a rose or hosta grower I only trim when limbs get lower I'm not a garden-centre goer The birds have been my wild-seeds-sower My gardening pace is so much s-l-o-w-e-r I've let it all grow WILDddddddd ......