if you gonna jog, jog on mush, jog on grass, you wouldn't possibly believe me what i heard from a nurse, about joints, and middle aged people who developed an addiction to jogging... she smiled and almost applauded when i told her: i walk. how much? sometimes i get into a stride and do 5 miles in an evening.*

aah...
  you're making
grannies
with hip-replacement
operations blush...
talk to your knees
and other joints
in about ten years...
**** me,
isn't the quiet
life, so much akin
to the everyday
english concerns...
you start being
fed this sarcastic
sense of humour,
like any decent englishman
would love
          to entertain;
and i would be luckiest
man alive,
if a pigeon dropped
a runny **** on
my attire,
   in the middle
of trafalgar square.