I was born within fifteen minutes after my twin brother. And I grew up like any normal child in those late sixties, early seventies.
Let’s destroy the statues
Of all those heroes of times gone by
And rename the streets with tainted names
What if Satan has a diabolic plan
To start all over again
Without us stopping him
If we are going to erase history
Will the next generation learn from our mistakes
So please for people’s sake
Tell them where it once went wrong
Where shall we go for a drink tonight?
Shall we go for a few in The White Horse in Crostwick
Or have one in The Fur and Feather in Woodbastwick quick
It was then when the idea started to nestle in Netty’s head
That we should get a pint in The White Horse Inn in Neatishead
But did you just say this evening it is my turn
For a few more rounds in The Lion in Thurne
Maybe it is the right time for one with a frothy head
In The Brick Kilns, that pretty pink pub in Little Plumstead
But if you can’t decide please let it then be
The Never Turn Back in (or from) Caister-On-Sea
Should we have a lovely pint this evening instead
In the Irstead Staithe in the center of, surprise … in Irstead
Or we might as well stay and drink with friends for good
Til the end of times in The King’s Head in Lingwood
I love living in this large city in The Netherlands called Amersfoort. I have no regrets whatsoever that we moved here a little over two years ago. But traffic in this place is frightening, especially when you drive a mopedcar. Only just recently I got used to going round the outer ring road and I am no longer nervous up to a point that it’s disturbing and I can cope with rush hour too now.
Never thought I would do this again but I just ordered the second CB in my life.
The first CB I owned was a solid Midland Alan 48 which I used to order food from the 17th floor in a flat building I lived in before I got married or talk for a few minutes to the occasional trucker on a highway nearby when the reception was good.
I don’t care if chemtrails are real
And I couldn’t care less
If aliens were probing my brains
(Or how that would feel)
I am convinced I am protected
With my Aluminium hat
And I strongly believe
Eating Cotton Candy
Won’t make me gay
No I don’t regret
Buying that 5G iPhone for sure
It won’t fry my head
Just keep me away
Do not bring me within the vincinity
Of the White House
Do not ever take me to the U.S. of A.
Cos one thing is a fact
Nothing in this world can shield me
From Trumps stupidiy
A little over a year ago I set up a Dutch website with safe routes for people with a moped car, Kronkelroutes.nl which is Winding Routes if you translate it into English and it’s based on the Winding Routes setting in the TomTom satnav. There’s loads of information and news about moped cars on it too. You can read more about it in English on the About page at the website.
Food that makes me happy
Is English Breakfast to start the day
You only need five fingers to make it
Is what the cook in Little Plumstead used to say
5. Fried eggs
Put that on toast
It solves more than one problem: homesickness, sadness and hunger
That’s what he said
And everybody knows
Is the most important meal of the day
I think I told you about owning an industrial strength sewing machine as a youngster a few weeks ago, didn’t I? I used to make leather wallets, bible covers and other things with it. I made a brown leather pencil case once, a big one with a big zipper.
When I was going to college this was a massive hit and everyone was wearing them, baggy trousers. I was the only one wearing a straight pair of corduroy trousers, too skinny, too short as we often couldn’t afford new clothes.
So I made myself a pair of baggy trousers on my Singer sewing machine from a pattern of crispy paper that was given to me and thick grey corduroy fabric for which I saved up allowance and did chores.
Oh and I just remembered, I used to make leather wallets and bible covers on that sewing machine which I sold to church members, that’s how I earned a few quit too then.