Sunday 27 February 2011

Miracles and Beans

Anyone expecting the Big warm-hearted Society to spring from a land ravaged by cuts to every conceivable service that promotes societal well-being, must be wildly optimistic or believe in miracles.

No longer exceptional events, miracles have become commodities, like tinned food. Pop along to the Beneficial Veracious Christ Church Miracle Centre in Peckham and you’re practically guaranteed a miracle, if that’s what you want.  Well, who doesn’t fancy a miracle?  Oh, and look, two tins of beans for the price of one.  

Sunday 20 February 2011

Puff Daddy and the Peckham Pigeon


The Peckham pigeon
Doesn't strut
She's not that vain
Too busy dodging traffic
On one good leg
The other's lame
Arse in the air
Thick around the middle
A waddle
A flutter
Of feathers the colour of lead
But
It has to be said
To Puff Daddy she's the bee's knees
He fans his tail
Extends his chest
Coos his caress
To his one true love
His mate: the Peckham Pigeon





Sunday 13 February 2011

Dancing to his own tune



It’s silly to have written about the Grand Prix Priest (see previous blog) and not to have included a photo of him. Here are two. Neither is a good snap, but they will give you the idea. He’s a great exponent of dancing, but having watched his jig several times, I am at a loss to describe it. Certainly, chutzpah comes into it. But, the Dancing Priest is on to something. He’s on to dancing!