by Derek Morrison Now in any space or event Big Brother can watch you vent Whether you’re inside, or outdoor There’s no hiding place any more Meteor strike or plane crash All now captured from the dash And if you cause some offence Big Brother has the evidence A fleeting moment of no constraint But […]
Consider first this small extract from the original Death and Dr Hornbook by Robert Burns, written in 1785 (Source: BBC) Ev’n them he canna get attended, Altho’ their face he ne’er had kend it, Just shite in a kail-blade, an’ sent it, As soon’s he smells ‘t, Baith their disease, and what will mend it, At […]
by Derek Morrison Driving at speed in your insulated box Feeling the pressure of time, your obsession with clocks Now who are these people who get in your way? It’s those lyrca-clad pedalers out for the day. Why do they wobble so, in and out? What are they pointing at, and why do they shout? They […]