Cruel Yule

Where did it all go wrong?
Christmas more macabre than Halloween
It’s become a commercial nightmare
Instead of a nativity scene

A tacky, money spinning business
Bedecked with flashing neon lights
Like a bad day out gambling in Blackpool
Instead of a time to put the world to rights

In retail it starts in July
When they open the Christmas shop
Flogging the tinsel and spinning the tunes
Oh, please, someone make it stop!

And now, in November, some erect the tree
Not twelve days before like it used to be
The magic of Christmas eroded away
What would baby Jesus, Mary and Joseph say?

What happened to simple carols
And dining on festive fare?
Curling up with loved ones
All cosy and warm somewhere?

Counting all our blessings
Learning lessons, feeling thankful?
Not wearing out our feet
Pacing malls in a mad scramble

Of frenzied unbridled spending
Like possessed demonic trolls
Bingeing and consuming
Black Friday, January sales

No time for rest at all
Or spiritual contemplation
No time for togetherness
Just indulgence and inflation

Of prices and of waistlines
Whilst souls are starved of nutrition
The true meaning dead and buried
The decay of the human condition

It’s grating on me already
And December has barely begun
Hence why I’m slinging my hook
And spending it an Ashram


Fook me, I’m so ravenous
I actually could die
Hangry am I as hell
In desperate need of pie

Craving me some stodge
And all things well unhealthy
Man-food’s calling out my name
Stand back or please, God help me!

Contemplating Chinese
Or maybe fish n chips
Got to be mahoosive
And greasy and delish

Special Fried Rice perhaps
With chips and curry sauce
Harking back to my childhood
We loved it then, of course

Might seem a little odd
Now I’ve defected south
But back then in The Boro
It brought water to the mouth

Actually, a Parmo
Right now would be amazing
With chips and garlic sauce –
Christ, I’m salivating!

Chips becoming a theme
Reoccurring at this time
Chips with everything
Or just chips would actually be fine

Cause I’m famished now, you see
And it’s driving me bloody nuts
So off the bus I go
In search of all the goods

I’ll see you a little bit later
When I’m feeling satisfied
Having binged me on some junk
And all things lush and fried.

Snapshot – Stephanie Pollard


Stephanie Pollard
With the Liza Minnelli eyes
The dazzling smile
So witty and so wise

The dancing queen
Who reigned supreme in Crouch End
A mother, daughter, sister
And to so many, a dear friend

An icon of style
A patron of the arts
An entrepreneur
A chef – so many parts

A chameleon
With widespread appeal
Who touched so many
For her spark was unreal

Hilarious and sweet
But the lioness could roar
Fiercely protective
Of those she adored

A no-nonsense woman
And bags of fun
We’ll never forget her
She shone brighter than the sun