Sir Philip Greed


Well some say that it’s enterprise, and some say that it’s theft
But I just know my job is gone and there’s no pension left
Sir Philip’s wife’s in Monaco and now she’s got our pot
And soon they’re off to Panama a-sailing on their yacht

Oh it is the biggest rip-off that you have ever seen
He’s just a greedy robber and his name is Philip Green

He was a top consultant for Britain’s Dodgy Dave
But overseas his factories sent children to the grave.
When workers died in Bangladesh, Sir Philip turned away
While using sweated labourers to make his business pay

He filtered cash from BHS and moved it all offshore
He represents an upper class that’s rotten to the core
He sold our firm for nothing and now it’s just a shell
And our new boss, another crook, is bleeding us as well

Tax dodging ain’t illegal, so says Sir Philip Green
It must be true, cos after all, he’s knighted by the Queen
Sir Philip and the filthy rich have worked the system well
We’ll put them all together and despatch them off to hell

Constant Changes

Actions cause reactions
Change is constant
Pain is relative
Taste before affects taste after
Conventions control

People react to what affects them
You can’t place yourself in another’s
Nature is a battle of opposites
Changing environments change people
Home is what it makes you!

The heart is our true home;
A place of changeless now,
no reaction, no fear;
Only love,love and LOVE.

home is where
the heart is-
but if I tried
the landlord
would probably- sue-
making a mess
on the carpet an-all-
so I will wear my heart
on #
my sleeve
as its more=
easy to
transport that way!

All is Connected:
Life is a Web
of Networks and Patterns:
The Whole is more than the sum of its parts.
Opposites are United:
We are all processes,
waves and dust of the Universe

Stable Models in universal time?
Roughly right but exactly wrong
Disregarding what you don’t like
Closed minds and filtered thought
Obsessed by the end

This was a group effort: Ritchie Hunter (verses 1,2 & 7), George Balmer (3), Rob Harrison (4&5), Sue Hunter (6)

Caught Between

In the bread-bin
you will find – photographs –
memories distilled.
Whilst in the fridge – love letters –
words of passion –
not entirely chilled.

Around the house,
messages to myself –
leaves flurry and drift.
Elusive in the gathering,
ruffle and shift.

Caught between then and now,
from another place
echoes resound.
Without bus fare
for the journey home,
no door key –
to be found.

Within and without mist swirls,
clouds the path I step along,
and hazy the gaze of passers-by,
cast aside or beyond.

Yet people drop by
bringing – stories,
interweaving strands mislaid.
And – in the thread of retelling,
forgetful – for a while,
to be afraid.

Jeanette Abendstern


When is near, far
or local, remote?

Who describes?

When is upside, – down
or inside, – out?

Who devises?

How true are north, south,
east and west?

Who divines?

When does hub become edge
or isle, mainland?

Who defines?

Who lives within
or beyond the pale?

Who divides?

Who rules the straight
or scores the encircling lines?

Who decrees?

Who inks the spaces pink
or marks the checkpoints
– with double crosses?

Who dictates?

Who erases
then renames the places?

Who deceives?..
And who dares?

For earth, water, air and fire
Will not be for all time bound.

When protesters protect?

Who dares lay claim?

And who defies?

Jeanette Abendstern

Straw Man

(after the latest news that he’s for hire)

He’s nothing but a straw man
A nasty lying war man
Just a ‘revolving’ door man (1)
but ‘just’ is not a word to use
when talking of this law man

No peasant revolt in this man (2)
who zeros in on the beggar-man (3)
while protecting the vile dictator man (4)
This student leader turned enforcer (5)
is revolting to the core man

Hiding info of the war man (6)
condoning torture of the poor man (7)
veiled threats against the woman (8)
Pretends not good with money
and misses out the tax man (9)

He’s “haunted” by what he’s done man (10)
rendered people by the score man (11)
withheld news about the coup man (12)
Secret arms around the world (13)
cos his ‘radar’s’ not secure man (14)

Ritchie Hunter

1. ‘revolving’ door is the term used for politicians moving between business and politics
2. Straw was a leader in the Peasant’s Revolt of 1381
3. zero tolerance of “aggressive beggars, winos and squeegee merchants”
4. allowing former dictator Pinochet to return to Chile
5. from National Union of Students President to Justice Secretary
6. refused to release critical key minutes of Cabinet Meetings concerning the 2003 war on Iraq
7. Abdel Hakim Belhadj and his family were kidnapped and sent to Libya where he was tortured
8. he said that Muslim women who wear veils should uncover when visiting him
9. he over-claimed on Council Tax then said “accountancy does not appear to be my strongest suit”
10. told the Iraq inquiry that the decision to go to war had “haunted him”
11. Straw endorsed extraordinary rendition but denies this saying “At all times I was scrupulous in seeking to carry out my duties in accordance with the law.”
12. in the 2004 Equatorial Guinea coup d’état attempt, Jack Straw was personally informed months in advance
13. vetoed publication of government documents requested under the Freedom of Information Act arms makers
14. Straw has described how he operated “under the radar” when he used his influence to change EU rules on behalf of a firm which paid him £60,000 a year

The Day of The Jackal

by Frederick Forsyth
Review of the film

The film opens in Paris during the time of Charles DeGaulle. His policies are not liked by those of the far right and a contract killer – Edward Fox – is hired to assassinate the president on Bastille Day. The plot unravels owing to the dogged persistence of Inspector Claude as he relentlessly pursues the elusive assassin. (more…)

The Tea Factory

1 Big Mammas

To keep machine parts running smooth – the job.

Cogs, bearings, shafts, levers – the steely art

Of industry – here where sculpture beats with

A large human heart.

For amid the rattle and clack

Of production – them: big women. From over

Seas – the sunshine islands – they have come

To stand fixed at machines through the night shift

To keep the waves of teabags flowing

While I am about them at my own tasks.

Pointing to curls they call out Shirley Temple

But can talk so earthy – those flashing laughs –

Over human parts, the jiggy-jig. For they’re mothers too,

Will return to waking homes, babes and schoolkids,

Take whatever scraps of sleep they can grab.

This work routine re-shapes the week,

Casts these women in bold black flesh –

Myself shifting light amid the monumental.

2 Shift

Pedalling back through dawn towards books, dreams,

Pushing on down the towpath – an old story line –

Through the white-grey fabric of morning

Leaving behind machines that wore out

Big Fred’s heart – him gasping, clutching a

Sweatrag. His years, his life, spent on that floor.

Here where mist rags fray above the water

Sunlight turns the bank-edge downside up –

A darkly welcoming looking-glass world

Of tales re-told through the early hush –


A gunshot in library, axe-blows in the orchard,

A wasted voice in the counting house,

voices calling

Something more, something else, something…

This figure who left an old pushbike behind,

Gone, by compelling narrative, down

Byways and boulevards, hearing this voice:

A sentence, short or long, self made

and sure.

3 Industrial Misconduct

This small white rectangle –

Papery bag of chopped leaf –

A crimped frame

In which to picture

The Factory Acts,

A Contract of Employment,

A window through which to view

Banks of machines, their minders –

So many moving parts, such

Mechanical precision, control,

Signalling the language of

Profit. And refreshment:

This glimpse of two night-shifters

Caught making forbidden love

In a store cupboard

On a bed of cardboard and sacks.

Glyn Wright