London And The Lakes - 1969
(Inspired by the British cult comedy film 'Withnail and I')
Staggering back from the pub,
a roll-up between your lips.
Cigarette burn holes in your shirt,
I'm in the bath eating savaloy and chips.
Drinking coffee from a bowl with a spoon,
complaining about the cold.
Roll up a 'carrot' climb in the Jag,
drive up to the Lakes in the rain.
Another heavy session down the pub,
drinking cider and gin.
In the teashop, demanding fine wines and cake,
we've gone on holiday by mistake.
There wasn't a pheasant for our pot,
no, not even an eel.
Your uncle isn't welcome,
though he knows how to cook a fine meal.
Wearing plastic bags for boots,
and yes, it's raining still.
Heading back to Camden Town,
stopped by the police in the Jag.
You say you've only had a few ales,
but in the back of the van you must go.
Still full of booze,
a bottle of wine,
it's time for us to say goodbye.
A soliloquy from Hamlet,
for the wolves in the zoo,
in the pouring rain.
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