Tuesday, July 30, 2019

RAINBOWS WERE DANCING ON BOLD STREET




Rainbows were dancing on Bold Street,
bumping rain outside shop door discos.
At the mexican bar, a wet bandido
coaxed damp smoke from a thin cig.

They measured rope here in the old days.
Top to bottom was always just enough.
Minutes away from the cavern quarter
old voices were anoraked or undercover.

I looked at all the lonely people.
Where did they all come from.


Tony Noon

Wednesday, July 24, 2019

CURTAIN CALL

                                                Picture by Felipe Salgado on Unsplash


No simple tribute, this.

The final curtain, for sure,
but falling unexpectedly 
with the songs mixed up,
we gasped . Some cried.
Someone laughed
as they cranked open
again . A glorious encore.   
Suddenly the wrong song
was very right, and we all sang.

Sweet Caroline.  



Tony Noon

Sunday, June 9, 2019

ON THE BEACH





Skegness has always been special to us. We love the whole of the east coast from Cleethorpes to Great Yarmouth , but I think we would both agree that Skeggy has some of our most enduring memories.

For my wife , Loraine , it meant long summers with her grandma , helping her in her long standing job at Butlins. It also meant the fun and games of the beach missions.
She remembers  learning to swim in the old outdoor pool at The Embassy Centre , and spending old pennies on the slot machines at the end of the day. Often there would be odd coins dropped or left behind in the machine trays. Loraine would collect these until she had enough to buy Grandma a bar of Bourneville chocolate. Her favourite.

My own early memories are of annual caravan holidays at Ingoldmells in the early seventies.
Back then it was already “caravan city” , but Fantasy Island didn’t yet exist , and Sea Lane to the point was largely undeveloped. You could still have a quiet stroll along the sea wall and feel the force of the waves crashing in.

There used to be a cinema opposite Fantasy Island. It’s a supermarket now , but I remember seeing a film there about “ Alfred The Great” . It was a fairly moody piece with grey saxon skies which seemed to be still recognisable in the quiet dunes.

All different now , of course. White Knuckle rides, and rock music at the beach bar.
I’m not complaining though. Skegness was always a draw for the lights and the razzamatazz. As I got older , I loved the cabaret bars , and saw many famous names at the end of the pier … the long one before it was destroyed by a storm. Tommy Cooper , Ray Alan with Lord Charles , Mike & Bernie Winters...all supported by a full variety show of singers , dancers etc… and all the while you could hear the waves crashing against the creaking structure… I loved it.

Loraine and I  had our first holiday together in Ingoldmells , in a rented caravan. It only had gas lights and cooking , so no telly … just a crackly little radio which reminded me of those early holidays. To make it worse , we had booked a week before the Butlins camp opened for the season , which in those days meant Skeggy was still tucked up for winter…

There was very little open in Ingoldmells itself , which was still a quiet village, separate from all the noise .It had one cafe called The Copper Kettle , which was later reborn as an amusement arcade.
Sadly , on our most recent visit , this appears to have gone for good , along with the outdoor market. Bus services were infrequent so we had to walk everywhere , particularly along the sea wall into Skegness itself.

A few years later we returned to Skegness for our honeymoon . Money was a little tight so we swapped accommodation with Grandma. She had a week at our home in South Yorkshire , catching up with family and friends , and we had the run of her flat , which was
just off the sea front.

It was May again. The weather was fine , but we were just ahead of the season, again...
We were both into keep fit at the time and decided one morning to put on our track suits and run along the front to the clock tower ,then down the road to the beach , where we knew for sure that there was a baked potato stall and a waffle kiosk.

When we got there, of course , there was no sign of life , just evaporating morning mist and a couple of quizzical seagulls ...but we loved it and have been coming back regularly ever since.


This article was first published in SHORELINE magazine in June 2019.
It introduces the ON THE BEACH series of cartoons. The magazine is available free of charge from various outlets in Skegness and surrounding area.






Saturday, May 25, 2019

SITCOM WIVES



SITCOM WIVES


The sitcom wives
are drinking coffee.

Those goofy guys.

They have heart
but every week
they walk a plank
to the ad break.

The sitcom wives
are drinking coffee.

They will be here
with towels when
the plank snaps.


Tony Noon

Friday, May 10, 2019

SIMON ARMITAGE



Congratulations this morning to Simon Armitage , the new UK Poet Laureate.

A Yorkshire lad , for sure , shaped by the rugged Pennine scenery of his home town, Marsden , and the industrial legacy of nearby Huddersfield. He's a fine poet , and a worthy choice.

Let's also celebrate the concept of reward for long and hard work.

In a world driven by soundbites and instant gratification , we would like to believe that raw talent is enough to succeed , but the plain fact is that it needs to be harnessed and focused on long term goals .

I don't know if young Simon Armitage had any ambition to become Poet Laureate , but over the last thirty years , he has chosen to follow paths, and taken opportunities which gave him entry to the selection pool.

We can all wish on stars...but to get there we need to learn about space and train as an astronauts.





Saturday, April 6, 2019

QUIZ NITE



                                          image by Peter Pruzina from Pixabay



They return here often.
As if it is always here;
as if it hadn't travelled miles
in the space in between;
as if they hadn't travelled miles
in the space in between.

And it is the same.
Always seems the same,
not some sad facsimile.

They age, of course,
but relationships remain distinct.
Old and new cross rooms
like politicians wavering,
but the prize is still the same.

Always different.


Tony Noon