Do you see the creases on my elbows when I straighten them
Do you see the lines next to my mouth when I’m still
Do you see the ridge in between my eyes when I’m just 
Looking 
Growing stronger and there to stay
Do you wonder if that ridge will go
Do you notice my neck looking rippled
Do you notice my hands looking more dimpled
I’m listening to Ade Edmonson from the Young Ones
Being interviewed on Desert Island Discs 
I want to be a Young One
You’re a Young One
My friend Ade just said he used to be thought of as 
Groovy and revolutionary
I want to be groovy and revolutionary
Do you think I’m groovy and revolutionary 
Do you see me as I see me
Or through rose tinted glasses
Peaches and cream glasses
Chocolate cake and custard glasses
Sunglasses
Reading glasses
Cocktail glasses
Oh how I wish I could be Vyvyan from the Young Ones
With tangerine hair
The offbeat, anarchic rebel with surreal humour 
And a manic stare
What would you do if I turned up at school
Heading for Badgers Class
Dressed as Vyvyan
Would you run a mile
Hide under a table
Climb fast up a tree
To a place of safety
I’m just going to get my Young One 
I’d say
I’m dressed as a Young One
Can’t you see
Maybe I should leave that daydream inside my head
And enjoy who I am instead
With ridges appearing on my face 
But maybe I’ll colour in part of my hair tangerine
With your felt tips pen
And see if you notice
What do you see I wonder
What you see.

I haven't written on here for a while but I'm still here. It's been the summer holidays so there's been no time to spare but I will be back as routine edges its way back to something resembling normal.

Camping in Dartmoor
On a rainy August morning
Walking back from the toilet block
Mummy why does it say Long Monkey?
I nearly didn't respond
As your imagination is wild
But luckily I look up
We read it again
And we laughed