Were you there?

In honour of my first visit to Larkhall Athletic, and in remembrance of fallen soldiers from The Great War, I re-produce this poem was which part of the official programme for their match against AFC Totton (see below). The Lark From Wrath-red dawn to wrath-red dawn The guns have brayed without abate; And now the […]

Late again what do we do? Traffic held up another long queue glance at your watch nerves uptight engine getting hot flashing a red light. Cars moving slowly legs stiff and sore radio blaring loudly vibes hit the floor Clutch up clutch down brakes always used shouting and screaming people being abused. . . . […]