bookface

everybody lines up
they point their sticks out that way
they plug in their bottom buttons
scan their photos
snivelly shorts and all
sitting in bristol
sitting in moscow
sitting in the kitchen
maybe even sitting on their seats
dont bloody ask me
come up with a natty catchphrase
unlock their footbox
and see who is out there
i have 8 friends
ha!
i had 58 not that long ago
but some things happened
the whole adam and steve charade
someone found the keys
and let out all the bats
told all those stories
about small men
and plums in that ladies mouth
so then it fell off
now, i just need to track down;
that bloke with the guitar and ponytail in Creel
hanging in the copper canyons and who turned off the bar lights?
the dubliner in berlin
doing guided pub tours and explaining its guinness fault hes fat
james joyce can go to a spa
that big dumb american in interlaken who said hey big guy
and wanted to know what was up...He may not have been taking the piss
sharrrrnta who was indignant and a bit too smart in rome
mrs adrianne and her hospitality in arizona
glenda the sound kiwi guy on a truck all over africa
who called me lemonhead, screamed 'BAFFFFFOON', then sent me his t shirt
good bloke from up norf who was my nairobi mate for a day and a half
but he wanted to see a gorilla
the bloke from jersey or guernsey who got drunk with me in auckland
and was in trub with the taxman if he went home
the cool couple from queensland who played in Krakow
we dined and i ranted about the mistreatment of aborigines, missing the point entirely
the cute waitress girl in kosice who posed and then wrote
went to the US to be a nanny
the polish lady in west london pub lunching with dad
smiling at my jin dobre
the bi portuguese bloke who cooked his toasties in the westbourne and taught me bastardo
then i ignored him years later in carnaby st
the daft kiwi who wanted a rugby contest in bergen
i just dont care and he just wouldnt believe it
the christian anna in swansea who built huts in zimbabwe near the mozambique border
the super red haired girl on the plane from tokyo
who drank vodka and orange and smoke with me in the thoughtfully provided part-time smokers seats on JAL planes...sigh
the sweet israeli guy in iguazu hostel
telling tales of dodgy packs of israelis
man he had a point
that very very very attractive girl in Ica, that someone thought was a prostitute
who nearly caused a kidney failure, to club or not to club?
those darling little 2 norwegian girls in salisbury
identikit twins in all their sweet blondeness and separation anxiety
sweet mrs crossley, angsty at first
taking me swimming and pinting at the posho essex country club
lovely girl in edinburgh for hogmany
kissing everybody with her cold sore, except me
mad drunk jamie and dawn in swansea
who adopted me and then got beaten up by bouncers
Janes cute backpacker buddy katrina
the final piece of the bizarre love quadrangle
who shocked me in front of the sacre coeur
merrill from las vegas who shared my room in budapest
showed that americans can be cool
but had moved to Colorado by the time i got to the US
the three sweet middle aged ladies in plastic factory in Swansea Enterprise Park, Parc Anturiaeth Abertawe... oooh errr...llansamlet
Just as sweet and bemused in '99 as in '96: accounts and reception, do you want a cup of tea?
Si the gaming nutbag in Henley on Thames
practicing his playstation moves as he worked and rushing off home for a spliff at lunchtime...
Kate from Russia, furthering herself in Salsibury
with the bad glasses and blue jeans who fell off the earth near Sevilla
and Keith who put it in deep...