“Look at me right… and look at the Queen.
I was never a fan… until it occurred to me how much me an’ “Ma’am” have in common
Bringing up kiddies you can’t remember the names of.
I know she’s not a single parent, but she might as well be.
Plus… the pair of us stuck to our guns – her literally sometimes.
And flagships… a dying breed… admired and despised equally.
Not for never lifting a finger? No. For setting examples through extremity
And whether you’re a bigwig on her end or a bigwig on mine, you’ve still got all your dickheads in the middle to deal with, snip snip snipping at your benefits.
I mean she can’t not be looking at me and thinking “What’s your secret, Frank?” Continue reading
“Anyone watching thinking we know fuck all about knowing fuck all about owt, needs to watch their backs.
So you’ve had your Labour reclassifying scum sending prices sky high… literally… LITERALLY… taking the grass from its own roots.
Now you’ve got your Con-Dem-Nation. Liberals noshing Tories like Altar Boys picking dim sum.
Have we had a national fuckin’ stroke or what? Is revolution a word? Or was it never?
Anybody watching needs to know we cope better than average with irony in Chatsworth.
Well for fuck’s sake – we live in Manchester! And they charge us for water.
I wandered lonely as a cloud… necking mushrooms rarely found.
This green and pleasant land and ancients are yak yak yak yak yak yak…
It’s not their’s anymore!
This is our England now!
Frank Gallagher 2011 (a true poet!)
And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more?” Continue reading
“I spent a lot of money on booze, birds and fast cars. The rest I just squandered”.
Last night I was sat listening to the Muslim prayers – the Salah on television, and it struck me how really quite poetic they are. It reminded me of a time I walked into the Anglican cathedral in Liverpool and heard a choir rehearsing parts of Mozart’s Requiem, which was extremely haunting especially with the choir out of site. I stood and listened for what felt an age.
I’m not religious, I am seriously not religious – I have loathed organised religion since I was capable of free thought. I can’t stand the notion of faith in a higher being, I can’t stand the way it is used to control people, and I really can’t stand that its followers actually believe that I’m the stupid one. But hell, I can give as good as I get on that score. However, I have to admit that the various religions have given the world some things of real beauty in terms of architecture, art, poetry and music. It’s a pity they couldn’t have done the same for society. Continue reading
The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.
Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that’s even remotely true!