CIDER

Hi all

I have just finished my first day temping, which has just been reading really, and had an interview at ICAP, which I think went well. Now I’ve got lots of nervous energy to burn off and an adrenaline that’s pumping to my head with the help of a pint of cider that cost me four quid at The Old Joint Stock.

 

 

(I also had one yesterday called Thatcher. It wasn’t very good. Awful in fact. Maybe it’s something in the name. That’s what my dad said. He likes socialism. Maggie Thatcher doesn’t). The above picture is the Old Joint Stock. Most brummies know it. It’s brilliant inside. Anyone from outside Birmingham should go there. It has a theatre and used to be a bank.

Anyway, to burn off some of this energy, I thought I would write a poem about my love of cider and share it with you all. I apologise in advance. It’s going to be shite.

Cider

I think cider is f–king brill,
Every time I drink it,
It’s like walking on a Somerset hill.
Even if I’m in a Brummie pub,
It’s like I’m in an apple orchard, near a countryside mill.
Magners, Scrumpy, Westons, Bulmers or Jacques,
I’ll keep drinking ’til I’m on my back.
Dry or sweet or somewhere in a drunken in-between,
I’ll keep drinking this alcoholic apple Tango that’ll make me go green.
I’ll draw the line if you give me White Lightening,
‘Cos the lack of vitamin c in it is truely quite frightening. 
But I don’t mind if it finishes off my day,
It can force sunshine when the skies are grey,
I’ll keep drinking from June to May,
‘Cos I love cider, I do.

The end.

I will now include a song called Transmetropolitan by the Pogues which is about some intoxicated young gentlemen going on a rampage in London. It’s a hedonistic little number that I quite like. It contains the word cider in it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPlvwhEtOzM

About Nicholas Rogers

I am an English journalist/copywriter living in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, and I have been here since 2011. I originally came to work with Casa Alianza, which supports street kids and vulnerable youths. I then stayed on, after meeting Pamela Cruz Lozano, who calls me her adopted Catracho. I work freelance journalism and I have my own translation business. Why did I come here? For the challenge, to open my mind and get out of my comfort zone. I love literature and I've written a book with street kids. I write novels, short stories and poetry, all of which you will find on this blog, as well as a lot of information about Honduras. View all posts by Nicholas Rogers

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