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Sheep Street.

Sheep Street never looked so good

as it did in the early May sun,

the spotlight from decades past

captured with almost boundless

enthusiasm from roof to roof

in which places from my childhood

have leaked away, have melted into nothing

more than history and tethered remains

of collective memory.

 

The record shop long gone,

Goble’s, along with Iain, vanished

into the ether, coffee shops by chain

replace the feel of something inward

and to be rejoiced

and as for the biggest killer

Records Of Bicester.

One of the great seats of learning may have been a few short miles away.

An eternity on a bike but on clear Oxfordshire days the journey was the best.

Past Wendlebury, past Stella’s house, a journey I undertook many times back and forth.

Bicester in the winter felt desolate, days when all you wanted to do was go into town,

Down Sheep Street and look in the record shop, spend hours looking at one creative album sleeve

As the man behind the counter played the same music over and over again.