Stuart Miller-Osborne

We exchanged briefcases at London City Airport My name is now Michael Richard Shaw And yours is Perry H James

Like Paris London can be very beautiful But I prefer Paris as the people are more chic Even the homeless make something of an effort Autumn in London is particularly beautiful With the golden and green leaves Loose and covering the Georgian squares It is the equivalent of Paris in the Spring and Summer London […]

When they awoke they discussed their dreams Which were about sitting in Yorkshire car parks Discussing colourful agendas And other grey green thoughts

As they had grown tired after many days of travelling Will and Jane decided to take a short nap For a couple of hours in a posh hotel They both woke up under the dismal Yorkshire skies and discussed The car parks of their dreams

Fuck me I have crossed the Alps And have endured a six day sea voyage Deep in the middle of the winter   Just To see a whale Washed up on a beach   But now that I have arrived the creature has returned to the sea   When life bites you on the arse […]

Young lads being catapulted towards Clitheroe In seldom reported boating accidents Of mills and warehouses being burned to the ground Never in a million years were they insurance jobs One of them never burned down you know It was on a hill away from canal   Our Albert used to love these trips  I have […]

Two of our favourite things are the sea and the soft damp sand I love the feeling of the sea washing over my bare feet as I paddle And you love the feeling of your feet sinking slowly into the sand shallows     A&A 26/09/21

Richard travelled to Italy with Joseph Wright of Derby and his wife Hannah in 1773 and he was reported to have been working in Rome as late as 1776 Richard was a pupil of Joseph Wright of Derby but died young after being struck by lightning on Salisbury Plain Many years ago I was struck […]

We are due to travel to our coastal cottage next week But I am not looking forward to walking barefoot On the towns harsh pebbled beach        

An old hippy once said to me Life is easy if you let it be easy As I sat near the freeway hitching My plan was to discover Amerika I had travelled over a thousand miles But I had discovered fuck all I say fuck all but I had discovered the love Of the common […]