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Eurotrash. (M.P.Bridger)To my suprise he told me Eurotrash Was his favourite programme. Sitting across the table from me In our local pub, Wearing his trademark bush hat, Tache and glasses, dead ringer for Whicker. I asked why it was his favourite show. He answered quite simply; 'Becaused it's different.' He was much older than me Though we shared the same eccenctricities And a weakness for dark mild and Kipling's 'IF'. When I walk in the bar now I still look over to our old table And remember him with affection, Knowing he now shares a living room with God Watching Eurotrash forever. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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