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Went to court too… Twice… Once with Miss Berriman… For law… Didn’t know then that it wasn’t the law… And once to support Bill… Who had been knocked off his motorcycle… The first time was an all day affair… Took Pete to the burnt donuts stand… For lunch… Seemed like… If not exactly twisting the truth… Knocking kinks in it… Hot irons… And all that… Rumpole… It most certainly was not… More’s the pity… It’s the psychology of the criminal mind that’s interesting… There’s something lacking… And Pee-Kay-Dee… Would not be surprised to learn… That something is probably… Empathy.
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There’s an aspect of memory… That is linked… To location… Nan is in this mix too… She lived on the same street… Bob lived on… But not at the same time… And we used to shop in the area… Got some footballing head posters… But from the bedroom wall… They spawned nightmares… Malc was a footballer… And Jay-Kay… Bob was a cricketer… Snooker at the King Edward… Or was it the Prince Albert… Why name pubs after royalty?.. Or schools for that matter?… And the Village nite club was somewhere around there… Can’t think what the Village looked like inside.
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Bob’s house was next to the alleyway… Which ran to the bus stop… The alleyway Mum slipped over in… And fell down… When it snowed… Strange how the earlier memories… Seem more vivid… Dandelions in the yard… The bed in the back room… After Nan’s stroke… Still think it must have been the fairies… Left side… Right brain… Not using the right-side mind… Enough… Not making that mistake… Resolved then… Never regretted it… Would have been on their side… Now… Doesn’t bear thinking about… Sitting outside the Inns of Court… The suited souls pass… In another…. Duller realm.
France & Vincent 