“I Remember Nothing”

For Days Lost, And Places Long gone

I remember when

The Seftons oversaw Market street

Isaac Newton by their side,

And the Shady Lady

Wasn’t lost in the shade.

I even remember Rotters being,

Well, pretty rotten.

But oh, Pips was good,

Behind the Cathedral

If you weren’t sure

Where the fuck it was hiding.

And god but we miss Jilly’s

And the Banshee.

And Tommy Ducks,

Unashamed of their knickers

Proudly on the ceiling,

Rarely on the floor.

And our favourite Conti Club,

With its terrible mural,

And those cheap nights

For nurses on Tuesday,

We were all nurses then…

Rolling in to work

The next morning at Boots

Was always fun.

And chips from their kitchen,

You’d not see that in 21s or 42s…

The Twisted Wheel has

Unspun now.

And as for uncle Tony’s

Wonderful Haç -

Fac 51 facked off,

When the drugs didn’t work

Anymore…

Oh and very pissed,

Down the stairs

In Brahms and Liszt,

Where I learned that Lambrusco

Stays so unchanged,

By the digestive process.

So many nights,

Walking home barefoot,

As the New Dawn Fades,

Avoiding so many

Of those charming men.

Carefree and careless,

But never losing control.

Empty pursed,

And empty headed.

I miss the pubs and clubs

Of Manchester past,

But love that she hasn’t stopped,

Just changed her face.

There’s new kids in town,

Tripping down those same back streets.

Throwing up cheap red wine

Giggling and crying.

And keeping the old songs going.

But now they sing better ones.

Because sometimes the old ones,

Aren’t the best after all.