Madge, me and the Brixton Academy; the latest entry in the Diary of a Mad Pest Controller.
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London
London: a Tardis in Reverse
It’s only with hindsight that I realise what a ‘playground‘ London was for me from the mid-eighties (when becoming old enough to do as I pleased) to the late nineties; when changes started running so deep they were impossible to miss and/or ignore.
What a Waste (Tickets, Please)
“I could be a writer with a growing reputation; I could be the ticket man at Fulham Broadway Station. What a waste . . . What a waste.”
I used to walk past that ticket man made famous by Ian Dury’s lyrics on regular occasion. Going to and from Chelsea matches at Stamford Bridge. It was always a man, as I remember. Not that I paid too much attention.
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My Big Fat Status Update
We all know someone who posts them, but never do it ourselves . . . Continue reading
On the Buses
It’s said buses always come in threes. If you’re stuck waiting for one without anything in sight or are maybe on one and not particularly enjoying the ambience, here’s three poems about them to help pass the time at least.
Motorcycle Despatch Riding Time Machine
Reflections on the Thames from an early 90s London Bridge.
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N. P. Ryan 