Snack!
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.
May 16, 2009
Burton Road Chippy
Freshly 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
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5 till 12
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Call to order,
Pick up or home delivery.
photo by Andy Benn
The Waggon And Horses
The 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
Bread,
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.
May 15, 2009
Sunflower
A 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
May 14, 2009
Burton Spice
The 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
May 10, 2009
Sunday morning in spring
It’s one of those idyllic “why would anyone want to be anywhere else” days in May. The back garden is starting to bloom and the sound of birdsong is all around. The lawn has been mown and the hammock is up for the first time this season.
Upstairs the two older offspring are revising for forthcoming examinations, voluntarily and without parental pressure! The other two are in Sunday School with their mother making for a peaceful morning.
Cricket has unfortunately been cancelled as Bracebridge Heath Under 9s have failed to raise a side. It would have been a perfect day for it sat on the boundary sipping a coffee and reading the Sunday papers.
A small plane buzzes across the sky leaving no trail, the sound remaining for a short while after it has disappeared from sight. Leaves flutter in the gentle wind.
The jobs list has been quickly finished and the car retrieved from Burton Road where it was left after a quick post golf drink turned into several. I am now sat in the conservatory with the doors open with a cup of green tea sourced from the shop on Steep Hill. Outside in the garden it is too bright to type. All is well.
May 8, 2009
Through the office window
I’m looking out of the window. It’s a bright, blustery day. The branches of the trees are swaying, and the birds are being blown about. The scudding clouds are casting fleeting shadows over the landscaped lawns. The grass was cut last week, but the dandelions, buttercups, and daisies are already back and moving in waves with every gust of wind. The road beyond the car park is full of cars coming and going. Everything’s moving, big and small. Except me. I’m just sitting here watching.
May 4, 2009
My Lovely Mum
My Lovely Mum,
Your food is scrum,
Your huncles are warm,
You do the housework as quick as a storm,
You buy me presents,
But don’t shoot pheasants.
From John. firstpharmacyuk
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May 2, 2009
Breakfast
Bank 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.
April 30, 2009
Swine Flu
Swine 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?
April 27, 2009
April 26, 2009
On the premature death of a neighbour
He 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.