Which is the way to Palfrey Park? I used to know,
I used to go.
And under all weather conditions. Two by two we marched, under the watchful Kellys’ eye. Comb over and all. Boys for the football, no change, no kit. Our Football Boots were all that we needed.
On green grassy field we played the game. In that urban park, planted in the middle of nowhere. We were about nine years old.
Once when walking I heard my first shaggy dog story, told by my marching partner, Adrian Tams. It involves a mouse and a two tone white number seventeen London Transport double decker bus. I listened and remembered the whole story, for all the twenty one minutes it took to tell.
Adrian was killed nine years later, crushed under his car whilst fixing a fault, when it collapsed off the jack.
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