Reading Ogden Nash on the number 38

2 Poems- part inspired by Hackney (Well, Victoria to Clapton Pond).

Reflections...
Knife crime
is fine
But a gun
Get's it done.

The DJ
The idea of music on a bus
Does not put me into a fuss
Actually, I like it in theory
But reality, alas, is dreary;

Sounds from phone speakers,
It doesn't get much bleaker
Predominantly dance and rap
And more predominantly crap

So please prevent my under-duress, stress headache
Put in a pair of headphones, thanks, for fuck's 'ake.

The Cynic

A pound for a pint makes the whole world drunk

Actually it's ninety nine pence for either a pint of IPA or a bottle of San Miguel at Wetherspoons.
News which fills me with a happiness that I haven't felt in a very long time. Not since finishing off the Brandy with breakfast.

One of the lads

Whether or not Harry is a racist is about as significant as the royal family themselves. (If you believe the British monarchy to be significant you need to get yourself a sense of perspective- columns in newspapers are irrelevant, as you know). An Eton boy feeling ethnically superior to all kinds of men who are not white, upper class, or male should not be, and isn't, very surprising. Because of his high status Harry, in spite of being a ridiculous ignorant pomp much like his father (the one with the red hair rather than big ears), is taking the brunt for a much wider issue. And whereas he has rightly, sincerely or not, apologised for his racism the army has not. It is the armies' institutionalised racism which is significant.
"Our little paki friend" and not just Prince Harry's.

It's spooky