I remember walking down the Bedford Road
all the way down to Stockwell
to visit the pub
that played the absolute best of live Irish music
I’d sing my heart out
with a bottle of Budweiser in hand
I used to wear next to nothing in those days
the early 90's, even when it was freezing cold
after all I was young
and Oxford Street offered
a wonderful array of retail back then
the most wonderful shopping experience
one of my dresses was completely sequin
a t-shirt dress just to my knees
elegant enough to feel sophisticated
yet sexy enough to feel hot
I walked down that road
like I owned the entire world
cars after cars beeping at me
I could never turn my head
because inside I was mortified
cheeks probably glowing red
although of course I felt like a superstar
and in those days I really was.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Forever proud to be a londoner. Happy New Year to all my beloved friends. ๐พ
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Hey Teddy you still are. But the early 90s - I remember the late 50s and early 60s - beginning to feel my age now .
lol well I'm 50 now so I reckon that dress has seen the light of day for the last time. ๐น Thank you dearest Mr Edwards, ps your as young as the lady you feel ๐คฃ right? Biggest of hugs dear friend. ๐น
We;ll I'd been married for 11 years when you were born and with three children - bloody hell - I must join the old farts club.
you're still a spring chicken my friend ๐ฃ ๐คฃ
A superstar and hot but still bashful and timid many are you know. On stage one person off another. Nostalgic but bright and full of dazzling memories. A shining write of the past.
Awe my dear sorrenbarret the vibes of this you have taken so graciously as always, I've never been a show off nor a snob nor a woman who has ever taken any of it for granted, precious memories I can tell you. Thank you my dear and very kind friend. ๐น
What a beautiful reminiscence to share dear Teddy. Ah, the glory of youth, bravo!!
Thank you so much dearest Bella, memories of some real life time entertainment. ๐น
Your poem today speaks of Bedford Road...mine today refers to a perverted version of Bedford Falls. What a curious, neat, and completely unrelated thing! ๐คฃ I have been to London twice, dear Teddy, and if I get the chance I will be back there, for sure! Sending you new year cheer in your home away from home. ๐ค A wonderful write, friend! ๐น๐
Both in Bedford today... How wonderful synced in, thank you Tristan you are a true value to MPS I'm so humbled you enjoy my scribbles. ๐น
A fabulous nostalgic write Teddy about our London. I bet you looked a treat back then, just as you do today. Wishing you and your loved ones a very healthy and happy 2025. Celebrate in style๐ฅ๐พ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ
Happy New year my dearly beloved friend of poetry. Thank you for all the joy you have brought me this year... โค๏ธ ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟโค๏ธ๐ฌ๐ง๐น
Back in the day eh Teddy, such wonderful times, even in Rochester where I was brought up, just 40 minutes from London.
Andy
Awe, such wonderful memories dear Andy, thank you so much ๐น
some say, come's age, come's perfection.....
tho none of us will ever claim to to be.
am sure you have much to be proud of.
thank you for your help and support, will always be most grateful.
Happy New Year Teddy x
Thank you dearest Melvin, for all your wonderful poetry and reviews. Happy New year dear friend. ๐น
Beautiful work, Teddy. You are a rock star.
lol oh I am ๐คฃ thank you dearest Thomas. ๐น
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