this is the little town I live in.

sometimes, the bridge to my right,

[you can't see it]

is raised and lots-and-lots of boats go in-and-out.

as you can see,

lots of pubs,

a bakery with cornish pasties

[mmmmmm]

a few chippies

and more pubs.

the boys down here like their cider

and the girls like the occasional gossip.

mostly old sea folk

which keeps things quirky.

did I ever tell you the story about how I showed up here,

hungry, poor and scared from Ethiopia…

and a few months later had a boat of my own?

Absurdity.