A LONG WAY FROM ROMFORD:

 

Driving North to meet Bill Bailey. We’ll try to piece together

some of what’s missing from my memory of that night I wrote,

 

‘Lager! Lager! Lager! ‘

 

Remembering the logo on a sweat shirt & a startled expression 

as I staggered from the gents, pressed a tenner into his hand

& said, ‘get a round in’, tfalling through the door & out onto 

the street to collect a lyric.

 

(K)