Remember Silver Moon?

Sigh,

Its Saturday morning my duvet is warm but I’m up at 6
No matter I’m just a well trained robot with a day off
I went to Queer Question time last night after work
Queer question time
Don’t shoot me but Nick Griffin did do some good
My TV is mumbling in the back ground
I love my TV
Not the box itself mind, but the endless flow of information and chatter
Although as usual there is nothing on
Again please don’t shoot me, but Rupert Murdoch did do some good
Queer,
I love that word, and not only because it starts with Q.
It has 5 letters just like a star
Remember Silver Moon? The book shop that was by Leicester square station
I use to go in on the weekends shoulders hunched, tense and high
My head so low my neck would hurt
I think I remember a tinkle of a bell and most times a friendly hello
I remember getting stuck on the first floor,
Browsing the books, tense and disappointed
Until someone whispered, there is more downstairs
This was before the days of Amazon

Silver Moon was a safe place