Poems about our capital
Unsurprisingly born and raised in Leeds, Gary From Leeds is currently holed up in London. He's a trained journalist and failed stand-up comedian. He's been published in various under-read magazines and pamphlets, but prefers to say his stuff out loud than see it on paper. His most recent show was Inside the M25: A User's Guide at the Camden Fringe, alongside Essex bard Richard Purnell. The two are surprisingly considering further collaboration.
You can't get hire
Everything's fine
Yeah everything's sunny
Now that I've got my
Barclays bike
I had no feet
But now I have pedals
Now that I've got my
Barclays bike
I lived bereft of branding
But I've seen the light
Now that I've got my
Barclays bike
Harry Beck versus aeroplane
Not quite, but
Almost the favourite
Of all designs
A map for those who
Choose to make their
Treks not to scale
Harry Beck
Probably a boring man
The kind
Who make Top Tens
Of everything
Drafting rail maps
Like Wehrmacht
European takeover
Masterplans
If Hitler preferred to invade
Not to scale that is
While his wife pleads
For him to just come
To bed
DLR
East London line extension
Rail replacement buses
Crossrail
But you can’t hold
A good template back
He’d argue, indignant
You’d imagine
It's still second to Concorde
Though
Not quite first, no
The desire to fly away
Always that bit stronger
Than another Circle Line
Revolution.
