When I'm not searching for or marketing garage and bodyshop equipment, I like to do a bit of writing and have been published from time to time in trade magazines.
Here's a poem I wrote a while ago for Scots Autoscene, when the government's car scrappage scheme was still in force. Although the scenario is invented, the Escort in question is very much alive and kicking and sitting outside my door right now. The poem's called "Scrappage Woes" and I hope you like it.
The scrappage scheme is going well, with new cars selling fast
Although it’s really hard to tell if this is going to last
I caught my wife as she perused my Escort at the door
That Ford has been a faithful friend since nineteen eighty four
She said “It’s worth two thousand pounds – that surely makes you think
An RS Focus would be nice – I fancy one in pink!”
I said “You really ought to know those truths that I hold true
“There’s just two things I’ll keep for life - the second one is you”
I knew I’d over-stepped the mark, her face went deathly white
“Don’t dare compare that junk to me!” she hissed through lips shut tight
“You’re welcome to the poxy thing, this time you’ve gone too far
Be glad it’s got reclining seats - you’re sleeping in the car!”