Chris Difford

Seagulls, shower curtains in hotel rooms, cats with no homes. People screaming at kids on the street, egg fried rice. White socks and white shorts on men. Ladies in running clothes while shopping, cars with bird poo on them. Chips on the beach. Hangovers and the smell of lager. Empty chairs. Bumps in the sky. Ice cold wind and rain, football on tele. East Enders. Start rite shoes. Time. Seagulls. Books i can’t read and paper without lines. PC’s. Balloons. Me being like this when im loved by someone who loves me inside out. Orange amps. Me being selfish and unkind to the ones who love me. Me moving goalposts. Me, its all about me. Dog poo on the street. Rubbish on the street. Swearing in normal everyday life on the street. Churches without front doors, cheese that moulds, cake that smells like love, vodka in blue bottles. Rock music, rock and chips, rock climbers. Tanks. This day too shall pass. Jet lag. Dogs without tails. Monkeys in Zoo’s. Yes, and this too shall pass….. Castor sugar on your afters.