Doggerel about ACME Stanstead express

Let me take you on a woeful journey    though ’tis not very far That goes past lovely airport yonder    via the three compasses bar. Some will complete a geared one hundred    within five rounds of sixty While others will self-flagellate    atop a rusty fixie. Even more will dawdle and fill with beer    a tun or…

Ghost Beard

It is coldest before the dawn and I am Hunched inside my jacket, braced against a recurring shoulder injury, Cranking my crank, standing against the rising road That leads up onto the great chalk ridge. Breaths Drop into my toes now. I grunt against The cold and effort. My jacket, a moment before not enough…

The Red King

The Red King

A fantasia, in response to riding The Flatlands 600 in 2014  (yacf: alotronic) Into day two and with not enough sleep I was a couple of hundred yards into my thousand yard stare when I was beset by The Red King. He’d been out in front for an hour. First a match-strike of red in…