There are only three types of food I will not, or cannot eat. These are bananas, mushrooms and cinnamon; I can't even stomach being in the same room as anything with a strong smell of cinnamon...it actually makes me feel ill.

PREDICAMENTS

Love's no excuse for poetry,
Friendship no barter for pride.

Hardship is having to
Reverse down a one-way street
Because you can't afford an A-Z,
The cry of a baby on the back seat
Terrified of something unknown, unsaid.

(In other words, never having
To admit you've made a mistake.)

Madness barks at the moon
Safe and sound beyond the horizon.

In retrospective,
I feel the cool damp touch of shadow;
Coughing is immortal.

Some good sporting news to report. My local football (soccer) team, Doncaster Rovers, after a bad start to the season, has had two good wins this week. Firstly, knocking Premership side Manchester City out of the League Cup, and then beating local rivals Barnsley at the weekend.

Of course, the cricket season has now come to an end, but there's still the winter tour to India and Pakistan to look forward to.

HOME HELP US

Crescent moon bent,
Year srushed,
Nearer and nearer:
Terminus.

Flame-licked;
The faint flicker
Of time.

Womb knock
"Yes, my child."

We are all
Our children's
Children.