1995

1995  
the year  
I  felt alive  
 
Heat wave,  
slave to the wage  
Bitter battles  
and raging hormones  
 
Walking to work for miles
Trying dodgy hair styles,  
Setting the crappy VCR.  
to record every episode of x-files.
 
Visa waiver  
the rise of new labour.  
Tony Blair and the cool Britannia  
Trying to create a new utopia  
instead of permanent psychosis and catatonia.  
 
weston's still racist  
the girlfriend still evasive
blur vs. oasis a battle for the ages  
 
The rise of indie  
the birth of Britpop  
Ice cold showers and lollypops
 
Failing a driving test  
I tried my very best
 
Unnatural selection,  
building a large record collection
Fear of the future,  
inability to see,  
hair like curtains,  
and attempting to live for free
 
A catalogue of un-realised idea  
an archive of future hopes and fears
A change of season,  
the end of summer never,  
getting ill for a week  
the worst cold ever.
 
Signed on the dole  
every 2 weeks  
on a Thursday at noon,  
no more eating pot noodles  
with a silver spoon.  
 
All in all my favourite year,  
a year I hold very dear,  
Take the punch and take a dive    
In the year of our lord  
19 hundred and ninety five.
 
 
Note - The final lost poem from the notebook