The day started brightly, as well it would on an August morning in South London, Joseph sat in his front room looking out of the window at the bin men rolling the weelie bins to the back of the refuse
It’s 4:30 again in the office Half an hour to go, tonight going to the quiz Pointless because general knowledge I don’t know Might get a question on the second word in the dictionary
No hope was problem, no hope leaves you lean No dream is not such a problem, no hope and you should scream Down hearted is a problem, half hearted fails your dream
Donald was born into a Plymouth Brethren family at the beginning of the twentieth century, theirs was a meagre existence in their East London family home.