MAKE SOME NOISE!

It was 2.57 pm on this sunny, Sunday afternoon (now 5 hours ago), and I was back in 1995 again. The doors of the Village Hall were humming in time to the bass. I could see the disco lights. I heard the dulcet, (or rather Dorset) tones of the DJ croon ‘I LIKE TO MOOVE … More MAKE SOME NOISE!

Streets of Lansdown

  Have you seen the landlord, Who owns a third of Lansdown, Sucking up the rent To fund his year-long cruise? In his eyes you see pound signs, Glinting at the arrears fines, Interest just soaring, Oh how could he lose?   So how can you tell me that my nation’s broke? And say we … More Streets of Lansdown

Bovine to bark

  I saw a bull as I wandered free, And with his eyes he  said to me: ‘I am no longer cow, you see?’ From this very day I shall be a tree!   © Tom Tide 2016    

Burning impression

To say visiting India is an assault on the senses is akin to saying that rubbing your eyes after chopping chillies is slightly uncomfortable. I spent six weeks in India, and every one of my senses was constantly battered. There was not one millisecond of silence between stepping of one aeroplane in Delhi  and leaving … More Burning impression