If you’re looking for answers,

Me,

I like my steak blue, under the heat for no time at all,

my eggs runny,

my haggis with mayonnaise dolloped on the side,

my bacon with a rind,

my Shakespeare riveting,

my football with City on top,

but never forgetting the days in which we were damned awful,

sometimes my poetry…whimsical,

my rock heavy, my jazz boundless and my pop with a smile

and the kiss in a women’s eyes,

I used to like my Whisky at least older than me,