It was a period of anxiety, caused by the worsening economy. There was growing discontent in the country. Unemployment had given way to more poverty, deprivation and disease.

A polite way to be crude.

A poem I had to write about a stool.

Written about school, while I was bored in class.

You think you can push me around like some kind of fool, making me your sitting stool…

One day a strange man in blue came to me and motioned for me to join him in his stage coach. I got in and went on a rather silly ride.