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Museum Of Lincolnshire Life
Saturday, May 16th, 2009McColls
Saturday, May 16th, 2009Tobacco
Confectionery
Chilled drinks, snacks
All at McColls
Groceries,
Fresh food
Bread and cakes,
All at McColls
Top-ups
Lottery
Newspapers, mags
All at McColls
photo by Andy Benn
No 10
Saturday, May 16th, 2009Number 10,
Few crumbs
Of bodily comforts
Though the starving soul
May seek solace
Inside
These whitewashed walls.
Food for the brain,
Food for thought
& food accepted gratefully.
Ploughboy
Saturday, May 16th, 2009Ploughboy, public house, for the consumption of beer, in public, also available for private parties such as christenings, weddings and eventually funerals, care for cribbage, do you do dominos, fill up, filip, darts, dunno, purity of heart, service at the core, beer at sensible prices, who could ask for more? friendship, amity, camaraderie, mates,double scotch, if you please, at happy hour rates.
photo by Andy Benn
Snack Bar
Saturday, May 16th, 2009Snack!
A clear breach,
Of the trades descriptions act,
When full blown portions,
Are the hallmark,
Of standard fare,
No nonsense,
Quality food,
For the morning after,
The night before.
Burton Road Chippy
Saturday, May 16th, 2009Freshly made batter,
Food for a God,
Deep fried fritters,
Haddock, plaice and cod.
Sausages and scrumps,
Salt and (malt) vinegar,
Pickled eggs and gravy,
Fish cakes are a winner,
Baked beans, scampi,
Ketchup, tartare sauce,
Donner kebab if you like,
And lastly chips of course.
photo by Andy Benn
Sarga
Saturday, May 16th, 20092 4 10
5 till 12
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511
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Call to order,
Pick up or home delivery.
photo by Andy Benn
The Waggon And Horses
Saturday, May 16th, 2009The echoes,
Of bygone times
Rattle around inside
The defunct public house,
The last night in quiet contrast,
To the raucous piano bashing
Of its heyday,
Still fresh in my mind,
The stink of cigarette smoke
And beer stained carpet.
Of bygone times
Rattle around inside
The defunct public house,
The last night in quiet contrast,
To the raucous piano bashing
Of its heyday,
Still fresh in my mind,
The stink of cigarette smoke
And beer stained carpet.
photo by Andy Benn
Starbucks Bakery
Saturday, May 16th, 2009Bread,
Staff of life,
Crusty white,
Granary, wholemeal,
Sliced or slice it yourself,
Spread thickly with
Creamy English butter,
And jam to taste,
Or liberal helpings
Of smoked salmon,
Ham or cheese with chutney.
You won’t go hungry here.
Sunflower
Friday, May 15th, 2009A fusion of English
And Oriental cuisine
Blossoms at the Sunflower.
Chose chips or
Chose chicken curry,
Just a few of the delights
Presented on your plate,
For the approval
Of the palate.
And Oriental cuisine
Blossoms at the Sunflower.
Chose chips or
Chose chicken curry,
Just a few of the delights
Presented on your plate,
For the approval
Of the palate.
photo by Andy Benn
Burton Spice
Thursday, May 14th, 2009The food here,
Is hot stuff
If you can take it,
Or simply tasty
If you can’t,
Delivered to your door
If you can’t make it
In person,
Deep karma
In the form of
Chicken korma
Tikkas all
The right boxes.
Is hot stuff
If you can take it,
Or simply tasty
If you can’t,
Delivered to your door
If you can’t make it
In person,
Deep karma
In the form of
Chicken korma
Tikkas all
The right boxes.
photo by Andy Benn
Breakfast
Saturday, May 2nd, 2009Bank Holiday. As if they need one.
Weekend.
Like we used to have.
Peat on the fire, as the lady cools.
Some camping, but
I’m not there, I’m not invited
Into the front room.
Why there?
It might rain, so be safe
And sanitised.
Is that a sneeze I hear?
Will we live Tref?
Should we stock up?
Let loose the 21st Century’s dogs of war.
Telegraph the news abroad.
Swine Flu
Thursday, April 30th, 2009Swine flu has put me on a high,
Another pandemic in progress,
The end of the world is nigh,
Whilst you can, live life to excess.
One more drink before the end of play,
A calming effect don’t panic,
Oblivion wends its certain way,
Endemic or not, it’s academic.
As we await our final moments,
A time for thought and deep reflection,
A battle fought with inner torments,
If life is cheap, what price infection?
On the premature death of a neighbour
Sunday, April 26th, 2009He died, young,
Though many have gone before,
The shock remains,
As if for the first time.
The community, silenced,
In unexpected grief,
Left thinking,
Pondering their own mortality.
On stage tomorrow
Friday, April 24th, 2009We’re on the Tesco stage at the Millennium Centre tomorrow.
Singing some songs that as yet I haven’t seen and don’t know.
I’ll be standing at the back doing my best as anyone would,
I really hope I don’t do an impression of John Redwood.