In order of composition, newest at the top.
Photographs from Ashurst, New Forest unless indicated otherwise
Can I be a pedant
and point out that there are twelve corners
in three squares,
even if you insist on avoiding triangles?
(Three Corners Adventure Playground, Clerkenwell, London)
It feels polite
to blur this man
and his raggedy blanket
into a miasma of anonymity.
(Old Street underground
station, London)
I suspect it’s the
trainees
who get to design
the cardboard box building
that advertises the firm from outside.
(Wilkinson Eyre
architects, Shoreditch, London)
I suppose you want
your ball back?
But we play hard ball round here,
so hard luck.
(Clerkenwell, London)
You wish it could be
Christmas everyday?
If you do,
this house agrees:
it’s January 24th.
(Clerkenwell, London)
When the light falls
on what is not a veil,
you may find yourself veiled
nonetheless.
(I got a bit of cellophane trapped in the TLS: that's 'Self-Portrait in a Straw Hat' by Elisabeth Louise Viglée Le Brun, 1782)
Who is
this near-imposter?
And why are they
not stocking him?
(HMV, Southampton: Corey
Kent – he needs to work on the hyphen – is a country singer born in Oklahoma,
1994)
Could you have found
a more appropriate backdrop
for such an impoverished
urban tree?
These circumstances
have remained unforeseen since 2017,
posing the question:
how hard can it be to foresee the past?
(the original closure
was put down to a building problem, but as Nat West reduced their branches from
1,550 at the start of 2017 to 450 at the end of 2025, I don’t suppose much
effort was put into solving the issue)
I've never been in there
Some online reviews
claim it’s misnamed,
others say it isn’t.
(Trip Adviser
ranks it 19th of 25 restaurants in Totton, not an overwhelming endorsement,
but based on very little data)
When did ‘mate’
start to mean
someone with whom
you do not mate?
(Internet image illustrating
platonic friendship)
You wait months
to find someone thoroughly orange
then spot four of them
coordinating orange acts to boot.
(Mayfair, London, January
2026: After taking the photograph for ‘Orange Revolution’, November 20205, I
resolved to take a picture every time I saw a fully orange person)
It’s lucky the car park isn’t very full
given that I’m taking up two spaces
with my otherwise-modest Toyota
and its greedy reflection…
(Southampton)
Tiles can be beautiful
but how often do we hear that
said of the grout
that we expect to hide beneath?
(Chancery Lane underground station. London)
If you happen to have
unmatched feet,
here’s your chance to match them for nothing
with unmatched footwear.
(Southampton)
I’m not convinced the
complex scaffolding prize
is really worth winning:
they build it up, of course they do,
but fall down on the cash.
(Soho, London)
No wonder the police
are slow to respond:
they're all tied up
collecting malparked bikes.
(This implausible
claim is made in South Kensington)
We’re forty miles
from Surrey
Close compared with Yorkshire, Sydney,
Mars or the nearest nebula,
but a pretty long walk from here.
(Ashurst... Glasgow is 365 miles
from Ashurst, Sydney is 10,700 miles, Mars is 140 million miles on average. The
closest nebula to Earth is the Helix Nebula, 650-700 light-years away in
the constellation Aquarius. One light year is 5,878,625,370,000 miles -
call it six trillion - so we’re talking a decent schlepp there.)
I wonder how close
they think I think Mars is now?
And how much closer
they’ve persuaded it to come?
(South Kensington Underground Station. In case it helps the Science Museum, I believe the answer varies considerably. The closest Mars has ever been to Earth in recorded history was in August 2003, when the planets were approximately 35 million miles apart. This close approach occurs when Earth passes between the Sun and Mars, aligning the three celestial bodies. When I saw this poster in January 2026, Mars was 235m miles from earth, closer to the solar conjunction when it is opposite the Sun from Earth – near to the maximum distance 250m miles. So the museum’s timing is open to question: right now, I’d guess that most people seeing the poster do believe that Mars is closer than it is. To be fair, they might mean Luke Jerram’s touring artwork model of Mars, which you might have guessed was on view somewhere in Britain, though even that is currently accessible only in Massachusetts.)
seems the wrong way round.
Shouldn't the efforts of the living
be built on the achievements of the dead?
(Southampton)
This is the cleverest
pheasant I know
Aware that I take photographs,
he always strikes the identical pose
when I drive past, keen to be seen at his best.
(Minstead)
This type of
Gellyfish
has no sting.
I doubt if they can guard themselves,
let alone the contents of the flat.
(Fordingbridge: my
sister-in-law, Geraldine ‘Gelly’ Kent, is a keen aquarist)
Why didn’t we think
of that?
An external curtain
to intercept the drafts at source!
(Fordingbridge)
This is a dog-friendly pub
Yet should the pooches
really be
let loose on the cappuccinos?
(The Three Lions, Fordingbridge)
The pen is
mightier than
the penis
even though it has the same letters.
(Internet image)
I suspect this post
of taking the double piss
by parking on the red lines,
then showing them up as insubstantial...
(Southampton)
No-one likes cones
But does that justify
treating one with this much
cone-tempt?
(Southampton)
Judging by the guide
to its wildlife in winter
even the hardest of the park’s inhabitants
will start to feel the cold.
The Big Van has gone
I don’t remember it having a tail,
but it seems to have wagged it
on the way out.
File under
‘I can't believe
they're not leaves’
while knowing you can believe it easily enough.
Do they sell buzzes
and bangs
or is the shop called Onamatopia
because that was the least
onomatopoeic word they could conjure?
(Lyndhurst)
There's the whistle!
Have they just begun
or was that the sale’s
concluding Phweeeeep!!!
?
(Marylebone, London)
I know I’m not much
of a completer-finisher
but I do OK
when it comes to books and sex and Twix.
The moss caterpillar
is crossing the woodland floor.
Its butterflies are rather rare,
I wonder what we're in for?
From where
would you like
your bricks knocked out?
This wall seems to know.
(Totton)
Brett the window
cleaner is a helpful chap
but he’s left our hosepipe out on the lawn.
Does he not realise that, under Stephian law,
that’s very close to a capital offence?
Here's a house
that failed the test
of reading the seasonally altered
waste collection schedule.
Having spent a summer
without occlusion
I’m happy enough to see, if imprecisely,
matters getting vague.
That's what I call
a thorough felling:
I'll found a tree religion
if it rises from that!
Supposing the shadow
of wood on wood
were an illusion,
where would we be?
Time again to monitor
how the paint is chipping
in the pedestrian underpass
that runs beneath the A 326.
The sun is winning
the tunnel’s light contest
despite the handicap
of 93 million miles.
Here may be where not
to live
Right up against the railway line
at just the point where trains must hoot
to warn any pedestrians on the upcoming crossing.
(3 Foxhill Close,
Ashurst)
A fridge
in the forest?
That
is not cool.
If I had a parking
spot
as convenient as this
I, too, might be
exceptionally reluctant to leave it.
(Southampton)
These chafer grubs
appearing to grin at each other,
might both be looking to say:
‘It’s no good grinning when you’re dead’.
Has anybody seen a dog
without a blue lead?
It was being taken for a walk
by a woman with a matching lack.
The Forest Edge
retirement flats
are three miles from any plausible forest,
leading me to wonder
just how big an edge can be…
(Totton)





















































































































