Saturday, June 08, 2002

With apologies to Dominic Behan

'Twas in the year of 'noughty-two
And I felt like such a drinker
When I was heading for Cricklewood
To meet Fraser and Sashinka.

Oh, the craic was good in Cricklewood
And we wouldn't leave the Crown.


I drank till the beer made me feel queer
with Fraser, Sasha and Dave
More than I should, in Cricklewood
My hangover was grave.
I chatted hard, told tales by the yard
Fuelled on lots of Belgian lager
If you pride your life, don't join, by Christ, with drunken Kilburn Bloggers.

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