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When is a scooter not a scooter? When you don't scoot, and I'm the scooter- pusher.
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Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 4:18 AM UTC
London School Run
We both live in Mumbai, He is Harish, I am Jai. He lives on the pavement, Next to my luxurious apartment, He lives in a shack with metal covered with tarpaulin roof, It has a T.V dish and WIFI Mine is hi tech and fire proof. He sells Samosas on streets and trains, I am a CEO of a huge company and its top brains. He rides a small scooter, I move in a a posh chauffeur driven car, We are both dressed according to our status. But, life is ludicrous, He is always carefree, laughing and most happy, Whilst I am always stressed and snappy. He sells 4000 to 5000 samosas a day, Free, sometimes by midday, He gets a profit of rupees one for each samosas he sells, Mostly he gets orders to deliver on his cell. He earns as much as I do, Makes me seethe red and blue, He is his own boss, Net income, no tax, no loss, While I slog day and night for others, Thinking of it makes me shudder. He is even the owner of the house I live in, My company has rented from him, He even owns two more houses in the neighbourhood  within, And a garage not  far, Where it  services  our company's cars. Life's like that.
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 7:02 AM UTC
Life's Like That
Touring the cities of England and the UK Back of a transit van, rocking up to anywhere that paid The brothers Grimm and their trusty cohorts Bonehead on rhythm, McCarroll on drums, Guigsy up to all sorts That gig at the Wah Wah, King Tuts to be precise Glasgow you beauty, **** the next show up in Fife The man that found them, a mister Alan McGee A Britpop revolution, all great memories They came and most failed, that one gig on Top of The Pops Menswear to Mansun and an array of rank haircuts where the seagulls did flock We had the trendies in Camden all hanging around on their scooters with parka’s Noel or Liam and that fella from Echobelly, anything to be famous and get on the telly But then the times must end and it all turned a little sour A few trudged on with an album or two, the Manics to Cast and the lyrics from John Power Patsy and Liam had that cover on the front of Vanity Fair Draped in Britannia, divorce on the cards, strange how no-one now cares Good times they were without a worry in the world and a now gone era Euro 96, Southgate’s miss and those goals from Teddy and Shearer A time well remembered and days I’d love to see back If not only for the music but for the not caring and the unforeseen great craic Not to hate the now as times move on But a day in the past, served at seventeen and to claim you were the one Not to be asked I.D. and sneakily drink that Stella laughing at the bar, king of the blaggers, not to be served again by that same fella Before the phone and the apps, we used to meet face to face Girl at the bar, a bit of blarney and a home number to suit, always up for the chase Do you ring tomorrow and who’s going to answer Her mum might be alright, but her dad could be a ****** I couldn’t imagine doing it all again now Swipe left to say no or right to give it a go Seems inhuman to me not to spark up a chat But maybe that’s just me, stuck in past, I’m just old hat. JJB
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
Kid of the Nineties
Touring the cities of England and the UK Back of a transit van, rocking up to anywhere that paid The brothers Grimm and their trusty cohorts Bonehead on rhythm, McCarroll on drums, Guigsy up to all sorts That gig at the Wah Wah, King Tuts to be precise Glasgow you beauty, **** the next show up in Fife The man that found them, a mister Alan McGee A Britpop revolution, all great memories They came and most failed, that one gig on Top of The Pops Menswear to Mansun and an array of rank haircuts where the seagulls did flock We had the trendies in Camden all hanging around on their scooters with parka’s Noel or Liam and that fella from Echobelly, anything to be famous and get on the telly But then the times must end and it all turned a little sour A few trudged on with an album or two, the Manics to Cast and the lyrics from John Power Patsy and Liam had that cover on the front of Vanity Fair Draped in Britannia, divorce on the cards, strange how no-one now cares Good times they were without a worry in the world and a now gone era Euro 96, Southgate’s miss and those goals from Teddy and Shearer A time well remembered and days I’d love to see back If not only for the music but for the not caring and the unforeseen great craic Not to hate the now as times move on But a day in the past, served at seventeen and to claim you were the one Not to be asked I.D. and sneakily drink that Stella laughing at the bar, king of the blaggers, not to be served again by that same fella Before the phone and the apps, we used to meet face to face Girl at the bar, a bit of blarney and a home number to suit, always up for the chase Do you ring tomorrow and who’s going to answer Her mum might be alright, but her dad could be a ****** I couldn’t imagine doing it all again now Swipe left to say no or right to give it a go Seems inhuman to me not to spark up a chat But maybe that’s just me, stuck in past, I’m just old hat. JJB
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I had a 2 wheeled blue scooter; I rode it down the slope from the Square down through one of the gaps at the end and onto Rockingham Street, then turned around and scooted it back up again. Enid stood watching me at the top Can I have a go Benny? she said. Sure you can; I handed her the scooter. She put a foot on and scooted down the slope; she put both feet on the scooter as it picked up speed, passing people who were coming up and going down the slope. She went through the right hand gap and onto Rockingham Street. She looked back up at me and smiled; she turned around and shooter up the slope her left foot pushing the ground. She got to the top that was great, she said can I have a go again? Sure you can; she turned the scooter around and off she went. I watched her go pleased to see her happy and smiling, hoping her old man didn't come along and see her or she'd be for it as he was in his dark moods once more and she be for it for sure.
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
Scooter Riding 1957.