A Two Paragraph Story and A Jotting, with videos (3)
by Alan Ewing
Birkenhead Invasion
Another day in Birkenhead town centre. This, the one-time home of Wilfred Owen, Paul O’Grady, Patricia Routledge and Glenda Jackson. With Birkenhead Park the template for New York Central Park. Preachers on the streets as always, together with Army stalls and people selling Talk Talk. Always the street musicians are out twanging their take on life. But this was to be no ordinary day in Birkenhead.
The first thing that changed was the vibrant animation of the town. Everything became still. The sound of engines buzzing began to sound. People became fearful. Was this an invasion of some kind? Panic was in the air for a minute or two. Then they appeared overhead. Twelve glorious World War Two Spitfires on their way to give salute to Cammal Lairds Shipyard. Birkenhead gave a sigh of relief.
Nuts
Now I know I'm bloody nuts
Now no time for any buts
I'm just insane and I love it
Because I am never above it
Just keep on being crazy me
Just the way I'm meant to be
My friends those who accept me
And they would never bereft me
And if this sounds like looney tune
Then it is for I am the biggest loon
For what does it mean to be sane
Other than playing a crazy game
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