The Great Cham was beguiled by the gifted murderous scribbler -
I pictured myself, walking beside them through the Whitehall night -
All the money they could raise was less than sufficient to purchase for them the shelter and sordid comforts of a night cellar * -
Like Savage, I walked with split shoes - I cloaked myself in Johnson's horse coat -
I shrank from the bloody riot in Robinson's Coffee House -
I reflected upon the strange charisma of rogues -
I recalled the Hells Angel who had greeted me so courteously under a spiders web of ring pulls -
He'll know what music you want Annick had said -
The bearded colossus put on Peaches En Regalia -
This is you he said -
Note
* Sir John Hawkins, "The Life of Samuel Johnson, Ll.D", 1787, Page 18
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Tuesday 1 March 2016
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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