Saturday Lunch
Saturday lunch
Steak pie and chips
maybe some gravy
if I’m feeling brave
Can I come with you
and savour the smells
and the touch of
the steel that distorts
me so well
She was stuck with old money
so it cost a hundred and twenty
and yesterday’s news fell
from her fingertips
Thoughts
Thinking about going to the chippy with my dad on a Saturday in the Seventies. It was a magical time. The haircuts, the music, the hydrogenated fats.
I think this was one of the best adverts I’ve ever seen. Berlin bench.
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