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Snapshots From A Lost Age
by Kevin Higgins 

The time you found a peanut
under the kitchen table, and thought
that's dinner for this week sorted; or
turned up at the office in a diving suit complete
with pink luminous flippers, muttering
"I'm not weird. I'm what's really going on
in most people's minds." Those golden
pint of whiskey afternoons, before
the Letters To The Editor began. Now

your people skills are the place
Basil Fawlty meets Idi Amin.
Your dinner parties Nuremburg rallies
no-one turns up at. You're
out there for good, shouting
at the weather to end.