Creative Works

My best friend Charlie was round the bend.
He’d creep up on couples under the pier,
Shout ‘ello, ‘ello, what’s going on ‘ere,
And throw a bucket of water over them.

When I read Doty’s Display of Mackerel,
Bishop’s Fish she caught with her lines,
I feel like a fish out of water,

I was first introduced to the poetry of T.S. Eliot when a Scottish girlfriend gave me a paperback copy of his ‘Selected Poems’...

I found an old photo of you, sitting side-saddle on my Lambretta, smiling a perpetual smile. It triggered a train of thought, returning me to Glasgow Central...