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Poet (on a good day) Painter, Channel Crosser (on a better day). Born in Hull, so Proud Yorkshireman! Moved around a bit, live in Worthing (well it's my turn!).

West Sussex & Brittany
Joined May 2014
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Can't believe I wrote this in March!
Please excuse the wax crayon they don't allow me anything sharp in here!
Chicken Time!... I've done a few portraits... yes... but sometimes the dissenters "Ooh, his ears are too big"... etc., naff me off. So, I'm giving animals a 'bash'... They don't answer back! Well, actually, this one looks like he could!
John's old-fashioned values continue to reap rewards thenorthernecho.co.uk/busine… Always remember that John (We ran a Brighton ad agency that designed Butlin's Brochures for him) said... "If a mailer comes in that doesn't have my name spelt right it goes in the bin!" 🙃
Today's the anniversary of my dad's passing in 2003... Here's something I wrote on a previous anniversary... Bud Slade • Withernsea • 13thNov. 1918 - 6th Feb.2003
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"What's for tea Ma?" RASHERS of WIND & FRIED SNOWBALLS!" "What's for tea Ma?"... "THREE JUMPS AT THE PANTRY DOOR!" What did your mum used to say?
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We Ain't Sending Cards Any More!
Somebody told me this wasn't festive... Not worth celebrating... I said... I'm almost 74... That's worth celebrating...
So it's goodbye from the Conservatives. And his adversary? What a hero!
I don't do Lovey Dovey!... But, then, it's over 50 years! BROWN PAPER FOLDS • We lay oblivious to the world outside, wrapped in each others brown paper folds: a parcel of tightly sealed emotion. • hellopoetry.com/poem/4430439…
'Crazy Night' - Withernsea 1935 Friday night, half five. Offices, factories, fish docks, shops’d unload… Pan-stick applied, lippy, slap, fresh scent… ancient Brits in finest 'warpaint' woad.... hellopoetry.com/poem/4054428…
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Replying to @whjm
@whjm... Need to get this further up the flagpole... Let's say it's the Post Brexit law of Unintended Consequences (that's the kind way to put it)... But Dogs, Cats & Ferrets (?) need to travel too! chng.it/GvDbhcMM
Grandma Lamplough's Chemical Toilet (Preston 1957). hellopoetry.com/poem/3754311…
NOW THEN!? Are you theer? Aye, I am, well, I’m near… Puffin’, ! How many effin' steps to get here?" I said “now then!” He said “reet!” hellopoetry.com/poem/4388342…
Let’s Get Back to UK Pet Passports For Travel into Europe! - Sign the Petition! chng.it/FWxP5kRj via @UKChange