Thursday, 22 January 2009


This took me back to a much older persons childhood. A gang of Teds hanging around the street in the dark.
I expect they were all just off to listen to some Elvis or comb their D.A. 'Barnets' incessantly whilst trying to chain smoke Chesterfields without removing them from their pursed lips.

Actually, I could be making all that up. They may have been waiting for a bus.

When they got on it, they would probably have hogged the backseat upstairs and tried to dodge their fares, and then when they got off they would have said


to the conductor as they bounced away on their beetlecrushers and winklepickers.

To tell the truth, once I'd plucked up the Dutch Courage, I asked the nicest looking one of them what such a fine upstanding socio-economic sub-group was doing at that time of the evening.

He replied that Paul McCartney was doing a photo shoot for his new album, 'Band on the Run Again' and had asked for a group of hip kids to pose for the cover, and not to forget the spotlight.

Bastard never showed up, did he!

No wonder they look so glum


Scriptor Senex said...

I think you are maligning them. I think they look perfectly innocent... You haven't seen my wallet anywhere, have you?

Thesaurus Rex said...

These gangs always pass the wallets onto the pyjama case teds.

Martin Stickland said...

Hi Munky man!

Wow! You really are as mad as a box of frogs, but I do like that!

I hope you are well you crazy cat you!


Ju's little sister said...

YAY you're back!!

And very Martin-like too! More! More!