Prosecco Rain – A Savvy Poem

(Contains a Waterstone’s link to an associated book, for which, if you choose to buy, the author of this post will receive a small commission.) Prosecco Rain The soft fizz of Prosecco rain at last blocks out the rumbles of a stationary engine left r u n n i n g, grumbling, stuttering and stumbling,…

Day 6.3: Doomed in Dawley

It’s almost 4pm, and the day is over before it has begun. Over with a trip down Memory Lane to Telford’s Tesco store. Has my ancestral home of Dawley been subsumed by a supermarket’s bid to take over the world? I came to Shropshire to find traces of my Dawley DNA, and I’m here drinking…

Day 5.2: Wenlock’s Webb

A vacation in the loo? Not unless I fancy a pee – in Wenlock Priory’s reredorter! Labelled ‘Creative Commons’ by courtesy of Stephen Craven geograph.org.uk Ever had that nightmare? You know the one when you are desperate for a p***, and you spend ages hunting down the public amenities, only to find that the only…

Tet celebrations in Salop?

Tet. A time for celebration. A time to remember, to reflect, and to share. A time when the living is kidnapped – by a Sandero! A time when Jay Cool, with no alternative, grabs a notepad and a Motorola, and makes the most of an unfortunate situation. Time for a Salopian ‘poet’s poet’ to make…

Day 5.1: Prioress Cool of Wenlock

Chirk? You thought that I, Jay Cool and Blogger Extraordinaire, would finally make it to Chirk today? Wrong. The Chirk that never happened is so yesterday! Sure the Hubby would have been a lot happier and more amenable to splashing out for a few pints of Aspall’s, had we actually been to Chirk yesterday! But,…