We sat back triumphant, but exhausted and overwhelmingly drunk
in a small public bar by Waterloo Station
full of football supporters letting off steam
after their team had lost in the capital again
and part of our collective soul didn’t care,
but the devilish, impish, teasing part thought,
we could wind them up after winning our own battle
with all that sits on the coloured squares and overpriced
bars and a tin of beer outside Holloway Jail.
Our own private Monopoly Board challenge.
February 17th 1996 and the first train up from Salisbury