While walking down the High Street

I wondered “Where’d they go?”

I looked for Rediffusion

But find it, could I?  No!.

 

Before the time of mobile phones

If you’d want to know

The football scores at 5 o’clock

That was where you’d go.

 

Now where I once watched hoping

And praying Spurs won’t lose

It’s now a beauty parlour

Where you can get tattoos.

 

It doubles as a nail bar

Staffed by young Chinese

I don’t begrudge their livelihood

But don’t want none of these.

 

And next door’s an attraction

A youngster qawps and gapes

It’s where he buys illegally

His fruity flavoured vapes.

 

And “Get Your Mobile Covers”

On a window I would read

And wondered in a lifetime

How many you would need.

 

To make a living out of these

Volume is a must

How many would you need to sell

To make an honest crust?

 

And opposite the vape shop

A fortune might be made

Or not;  cos it’s the bookies

Who plys his timeless trade.

 

And so I trudge these deadbeat doors

Where old kebabs are tossed

I’ll need to us use my mobile phone

To find that Spurs have lost.