Soft Verges

So I’m walking down the road and heading towards me Is somebody I know, but not like a brother He’s seen me, and we both realise That we’re going to have to put into operation the tricky manoeuvre that is Acknowledgment without breaking stride. So I keep my eyes fixed firmly on the ground, ‘til I get within ten or so feet away With a nod of the head and a timely hello I can carry on walking, don’t wanna get talking Rule number one – carry on walking and anyway I don’t know his name. And if I were to guess I’d guess it all wrong and I’d be there for a long time. How’s it going, where’re you living Do you still see much of Steve? Are you married, are you working Do you still drink in the Swan? Inside back page, Radio Times “My kind of day” with the actors and actresses I get up about six, and I have a cold shower, switch on “Today”, Vitamin Write some letters ‘til quarter past eight when Olivia takes Oliver to school. It’s about an hour’s drive to Shepperton from ours So I go through the scripts in the back of the car And if I get hungry I’ll eat a Multigrain Bar. Weekends are good we can walk the South Downs as a family But of course what most people never realise Is that us poor actors are out of work For ninety percent of the time. Yes, of course I must have missed you At the Job Club yesterday Maybe you were signing on or finding out about free school meals. Gary doesn’t live here anymore, Gary doesn’t live here anymore Gary doesn’t live here anymore, Gary took a dive from the second floor.