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No more atom bombs crashing from the sky as a ball of red
fire! No more asteroids falling - ice from space – destroying a city or
two, No more knifings in the street, No shootings, no car ram attacks, just
nice peace and quite and plumb pudding. No more people falling dead and
vanishing, no more bodies found bleeding in the path, no more random attacks on
friends for no reason, no more executions, and no more random arrests. No more
gunshot sounds or explosions somewhere near. Or hand grenades in the café, no
more “knifes through the head” turning men into imbeciles or women
into sex cushions. And no more atomic land mines set and timed to go off on the dining room table in the house up the
road or in the luggage at waterloo station with a lady sitting on it waiting
for it to go off, I don’t want that no more, no I don’t, I just
want my apple pie. I don’t want TV no more it bad enough walking up the
high street. And I don’t want any more “rescue me girls”
there are plenty on nicer girls in the forest, no more “rescue me”
girls for me. May our new year bring better times; Perhaps global warming
will stop and go back to normal and it will nice in the summer sun on the
beach, playing with a big red ball with our friends. And we won’t all be
dead. Happy New Year! From London, boy is it quiet round here! Christopher Strevens |
