🇬🇧 Living the life of an incorrigible rogue Semi retired woodsman. Living with complex PTSD. Professional Mardy bum. Head of vintage cycle business. Deus Vult. You what mate You what mate Nobody admits it But we all are Sitting in traffic In our stuck car Watching the protesters sat on hot tar Looking in the window Of the local bar Nobody admits it But we all are One step away From being someone's polestar Amateur wordsmith. “ in the night When the flowers go to bed I become the Moth That never knows their beauty.” talesfromateadrinkingnation.wordpress.com Last of the Pitmen poets.