When I lived
In my old flat
I had to
Put my ear
To the front door
Before I put
My bins out
In case
Mad Anne
Was
On
The landing.
She smelt of
Cheap white wine
And rolled-up
Tobacco
And if she collared you
You were
Fucked
Pete, this is what I meant! Just put that lot in your poem and you have a much better character description. You left out all the best bits!rantingpete wrote:Hi Nino,
Mad Anne, eh! Well, she was actually a lovely lady but she liked a drink. She was in her 50's (I think). She could talk for England and you couldn't get away from her. I used to set my video recorder to tape Eastenders in case I bumped into her when I briefly left my flat. She'd knock on your door at all hours asking for a cigarette. She once asked the guy on the ground floor to look at a leak under her sink. When he went into her flat she was lying on the settee naked shouting, 'F*** me, F*** me'. hehe
Best wishes
Pete