My son, Julian is very much into computers. He's studying for an NVQ in word processing and the clever sod has decided to make a web page to pay homage to the things we live for - snooker and lozenges. I keep telling him he'll end up cleverer than that Stephen Hawkings fella, but thank Christ he doesn't speak like the poor sod. He's more of a Tony Curtis soundalike.
Anyway, our home page should be up and running soon. But in the meantime, I'd like to leave you with a poem by my son Julian. I hope you enjoy it.
I'd take you to the pictures
I hope I ring your bell
And then we'd go to Budgens
For a Tunnock's Caramel (They make three million of them buggers every week you know)
We'd get the train to Sheffield
And romance would be brewing
We'd watch Peter Ebdon in action
Though he needs to work on his cueing
Me dad says he's no good
I think he's snooker heaven
I once saw Tony Meo
Just miss a 147
Then I'd take you home
And when Dad's gone to bed
I'll show you all the letters
I sent to Sophie Aldred
But she's no match for you
My warrior princess
Though I wish you'd ditch the leathers
And put on a pretty dress
When I look in your eyes
I feel a whole lot calmer
And from a certain angle
You look like Jeffrey Dahmer