Myra. They put out the right detestable mugshot there. I enjoy your writing style and subject matter. I just started watching Shetland (Aussies say Shitland), Reacher and Traitors. Innocents... do they deserve it? But I recall the wrestling for grannies, conversations about Attaturk, McArthur, John Paul XXIII, Stalin and Scargil. Wanna fight? Drop one of those. As to my part as the altarboy cum chorister in their downfall/uppmarsche, well a man has his secrets. The poem is a tidy rhymer, succinct, witty, and like the Python/Punch tradition needles naughty folk with stuff that produces a different laugh, tainted with horrid truth. How the fk do we stop this horrid ape?
I remember the only time my Uncle John got really serious with me was when he saw that I had a picture of Hitler up on my bedroom wall. (No, it wasn't like that... I think he was helping my dad with some DIY job in there). He would have been a young teenager in the war, and had obviously been affected enough to think that you didn't idolise the führer - even ironically. I was too young and daft to know any better. I just thought he was a bit of a figure of fun with an over serious face and a bad reputation.
Ich verstayen du mindst. I'm not sure dad (WWII RAF< Chindits v Japs etc) approved even of Spike Milligan's Hitler sketches (happily they live on youtube). Big brother's school books had graffiti about nazis mens uppmarsch annd other German quotes I should have looked up. We ran around the playground/streets making gun/bomb/Stooker etc noises. We hated Germans. Oh dear, the new boy...
Good poem Mike, and your pre rant so funny. Geoff.
Myra. They put out the right detestable mugshot there. I enjoy your writing style and subject matter. I just started watching Shetland (Aussies say Shitland), Reacher and Traitors. Innocents... do they deserve it? But I recall the wrestling for grannies, conversations about Attaturk, McArthur, John Paul XXIII, Stalin and Scargil. Wanna fight? Drop one of those. As to my part as the altarboy cum chorister in their downfall/uppmarsche, well a man has his secrets. The poem is a tidy rhymer, succinct, witty, and like the Python/Punch tradition needles naughty folk with stuff that produces a different laugh, tainted with horrid truth. How the fk do we stop this horrid ape?
I remember the only time my Uncle John got really serious with me was when he saw that I had a picture of Hitler up on my bedroom wall. (No, it wasn't like that... I think he was helping my dad with some DIY job in there). He would have been a young teenager in the war, and had obviously been affected enough to think that you didn't idolise the führer - even ironically. I was too young and daft to know any better. I just thought he was a bit of a figure of fun with an over serious face and a bad reputation.
Ich verstayen du mindst. I'm not sure dad (WWII RAF< Chindits v Japs etc) approved even of Spike Milligan's Hitler sketches (happily they live on youtube). Big brother's school books had graffiti about nazis mens uppmarsch annd other German quotes I should have looked up. We ran around the playground/streets making gun/bomb/Stooker etc noises. We hated Germans. Oh dear, the new boy...