From where I'm standing tonight,
there don't appear to be too many grey hairs in Graham's barnet.
Not bad for a man of his advanced years.
As he quickly dispenses with the trademark spectacles
and rips his way through a back-catalogue
of spit-and-sawdust
garage-punk tunes concerning love and loss,
I try and work out how many times it is
that we've engaged in this two-way transaction over the years;
him up there on the stage
and me down here in the mosh-pit.
I can't be sure,
but it must be getting on for double figures now.
www.grahamcoxon.co.uk
Thursday, April 6, 2006
No Sleep Till Croydon
Over 4 long and cold
nights in deepest darkest South London,
a titanic bunch of people,
(some in spandex and some not),
reach, breach and vanquish
the pain-barrier again and again and again.
Like a proud child with a wind-up clockwork toy,
for large swathes of this somnambulistic endurance test,
I can but sit back and feel rather humbled at quite what
my desire to put words on paper have set in motion.
I hereby salute you all for your
Goodwill
Endurance
and Commitment To The Cause.
www.blakesjunction7.com/wrestling
Thursday, March 30, 2006
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