Decided to shut the book up for a while...... See you soon   more »

.Linekar is from Leicester And he ran from pillar to post He scored for city and country Spurred on from coast to coast. But Gary’s no longer running He’s slowed to a walkers pace And he’s earned himself a packet And he wears a smiley face He’s become a personality In a cool and crispy way He scores on the box, not in it That’s the Linekar of today    more »

Hey diddle diddle, We’re all on the fiddle. The systems bent as well. So let’s all laugh and sing, And do our thing, Then queue to go to hell.   more »

.We used to be men and women, In everybody’s eyes. Sometimes ladies and gents, But now it’s just you guys.    more »

Stars At Night As you get older or so they say It’s harder to sleep, except in the day. But at nighttimes it’s hard or so I am told By those who admit, that they’re getting old. They toss and they turn and they fidget and sigh. But I’m fast asleep, and I don’t have to try. They ask me my secret, how can it be? Each night I drop off, for the whole world to see. It’s easy I say, it’s all in the head It’s nothing to do, with the state of the bed. Just imagine yourself where you’d like to be In a land far remote from reality. Join hands with those of whom you dream And play alongside your favourite team. You see, every night when I fall asleep I win the Cup Final and the trophy I keep. But not just that, I then move to France I there win the Tour and just beat young Lance. That done at Lords I smash down the wicket To beat the Aussies in the Final Test cricket Then onto the Belfry, I putt the last green And Tiger is sunk and I am supreme. Then to Wimbledon, on Centre Court. I lay down the aces, Henman’s distraught. I wake up at seven to the sound of the bell I’ve just knocked out Lewis, after a hiding from hell. What a night, what a night and I did again But work is now calling, like a dull pain. So off go the covers, the day has arrived. The night was all-action but not too contrived, The problem is, tho’ I’m not one to shirk After all that effort, I’m too knackered to work    more »

Sam finished up at Lustville, At the house of the Rising Sin. For the knew that the buxom Betty, Would always let him in. Her arms were always eager, To embrace the evil sod. But his mind was not in Lustville, But to hide from plenty plod.    more »