... more than Venice ..

Well ok. so it was Christmas and I didn't mark it on here, not my fave

time, too many people not here now...

   Read somewhere how people were listing the good points about 

Brum, to show why we were the "second" city ahead of Manchester.

Well I'm a brummie, so I can tell you, Brum's a shithole, but to any

one from outside Brum, piss-off and mind your own business. Some

sixteen years ago, I had a small factory at the top end of Lawley St.

had been there for ten or more years and, well, I'd had enough of it

all and wanted out.

   It was a hot, late August afternoon and I had a meeting to go to in

Brindley Place, as my factory backed on to the canal I decided to 

walk there, along the said canal. The meeting didn't go well, and I

set off back down the canal tow-path, in a deep 'downer' kicking

lumps off myself, 'till after about an hour, I sat down, lit a fag and

realised I had been walking the wrong way. Was on the way to

Worcester or somewhere. 

 By the time I got back to work it was dusk, and I don't know why,

 but I had a big grin on my face, maybe it was because yet again, it

 had been confirmed that which ever way I went,  the one constant

 I always met was ..

... me ... what a guy ...

Roads to green, roads to blue

Roads have been oh roads too few

Ways to dark ways to dawn

Ways to mark oh ways forlorn ..

More than Venice ..

Words and music an all that .. Derek H.

Recorded at 60a spring 2011

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