I like cuddles
I like Doctors too
And the light from a nightstar
And the comment from an elderly relative
About an elderly gent in a care home being
Off his rocker, and the
Toffeez Girl...tradition cannot
Be beaten...sometimes
So too more of Ivan's quotes
Nevermind Ivan...what about Even's Hooded Jackets?
Another game?
How are you John?
Still in Manchester?
The reluctant hellos were/are
Unavoidable
And this morning, i saw the
Yes man...the nickname a product
Of a cynical mind
But...nevermind
This knows no boundaries, thankfully
Especially so when in the company
Of top boys
I remember top boys
And their banter in the gents
One time there was a queue in there
All the gags came out about knowing how
The girls must have felt
And the bloke in a bird's clobber remarked
About the last time he'd had this much fun
The word India was in it
For some reason, this makes me laugh
This has to be diarised, this
Lapsus linguae
This had to be hunk and also
Good for you, try and convince
The two thirds of us that
Are now...there is a smell
Of weed coming from somewhere
They are lips length
There are conversations in Greek
In the bathroom, there is
Drapery and topiary and
Amusing funeral service stories
You must have a thousand admirers says the man
In transit
The man at the loom
The man assisting the user of compact
The man with an elbow arched and
Dragon's mouth pitched above patella
Thumb pointing inwards
Concerned, attentive
Escalating this damned disco
Giving a Roland for an Oliver