Leslie Hore-Belisha

 I miss Belisha beacons with their flashing orange tops,  at zebra crossing with stripy poles on the corner by the co-op.     And enamel signs for cigarettes now collectable at a cost,  just nailed to the hoarding outside tobacco shops.

The vending milk machines !  Where have they all gone?  Along with ads for Persil, Daz and  Oxydol, Omo  "Adds Brightness"  and where's  "New"  Rinso.  And the bizarre sketch of the baby on the box of Fairy Snow.

There were Spangles, Kaliy, lots of sugary treats, Fruit Gums and  Swizzels  things to rot you teeth. Captain Marvel,  matinees,  cartoons and  cowboy  fights,  run from the dark of the piturehouse to be blinded by the light.

Smoke filled Snow Hill station the annual holiday crush,  off to Rhyl with folding money I've never been so flush.   It rains all day as usual,  into a cafe for a snack,  dodging rain and puddles till it's time to journey back.

I miss Belisha beacons,  life has gone so bland.  I sit here with a  Cointreau,   and antique glass in hand. I wish there was something I could do, but think I'll just sit here. And after I've finished my Cointreau, I'll have a glass of beer......... 

Columbidae

 Statues are made for heroes and erected in town squares, and on the head of the luminary there's always a pigeon sat there.

 They make the gallant look stupid, whoever that person may be,     Seacole,    Nelson,    or   Pankhurst         and even the iconic    Bowie.

So I've carved a likeness of a pigeon and fixed it to a post by the shed. So when the flying rodent stands on it,  the Columba will look stupid instead.