threading this upstairs instead of in the dank dark stinky BS celler
cuz i reckon this might lead to some intresting song sugestions..

ok..



i can't afford to drink..

literally.. too much money i can ill afford..

for far too little pleasure return..


spending half my life weekdays in the gym keeping health and fitness
as my only defense against an impoverished old age
without private pension & insurance funds..


but weekends drinking too much real proper cider..


figuratively and poetically and intelectualyy.. errrrmmm...???


somethingelseically.. times running out..

sooner or later i will be in wrong place wrong time situation
and get my teeth smashed out or get stabbed..
wake up in casualty ward..

or even worse..

wake up next morning in bed with some scrawney sullen disease ridden jaundiced junkie granma
off the subhuman estate
south of town centre....


i'm nearly 50.. i so do enjoy a pint..


but don't see a golden glowing future in it....



errrrrr....????