There's something to be said for sitting on rattan chairs and looking up at a tie-dyed sky. The same inky blue I saw in a dress earlier, the one I added to basket but never bought.
People rush to shove their bags overhead Like a herd of wildebeest and you're mufasa. They prance and prowl about in this tiny aisle, knocking you sideways. Before reaching far-flung corners of the world, They'll fling their luggage tags at you, Run over your big toe And elbow you in the cheek, arm or collar… Continue reading Planes, trains and automobiles
What is it with old people when they come on holiday. Mister, to achieve the shade of "pink" you've bravely opted for, You might as well have stuck your head inside an oven And roasted like a turkey. Put some sprouts around your mouth Stick some 'tatoes round your buttocks, And a pretty pink gobbler… Continue reading The sun and old people and the madness of fashionable burning.