New job,new image, oop`s battered van.

To plush Hampstead pucker town.
Hidden biolers,lost in tiolet voids.
Lady very kindly offers me steps,to undo and unscrew and all the rest.

Brow sweating I take the mirrored panel of the wall.
Oop`s the panel did fall.
Broken a tile ,or two ,or three ,or four.

Already smashed the front of the van,
earlier on; chaos! Carry on.
My mouth not engaged in gear,
unleashed a torrent of too much information I fear.

"I`ll have to pay for that ,perhaps."
(how wrong I wish I could smudge the words here)
Lady vexed shows me the door,with a look that could curdle milk.Places guilt upto the hilt.




Well next day Hampstead no more:Relagated to

Islington ,Stoke Newington and Highbury I do travail(spurs fan)Life alas does go on.

(fourth in the league anyway!Shut up I know who`s top).