The Hooligan Poet

About the Book

A book of poetry and rhymes from the working class roots of a person who always feels the odds are stacked against him. From being bullied mentally and physically as a child, to watching his single mother have two jobs and work hard to raise him on a tough council estate.

His feelings on the clashes with the police to the ordeals suffered at work by bullyboy employees, and how he feels about the world and politics.

Only really finding comfort and people he could trust from the terraces, doorwork and down at the boxing gym.

About the Author

A couple of years ago while playing local Sunday league footy, I broke a metatarsal, and had to have a pot put on, so there I was laid up for six weeks. One of my friends lent me a laptop and I started dabbling and writing about things that were going on at the time. Then I started doing a bit of poetry, rhymes, limericks whatever you want to call them. Leg got better, went back to work, never bothered writing no more until I was laid off from work, then started doing a bit again. Anyway, some of these poems at one time seem dated but then things happen in the news etc etc, and it just brings them right back up to date.

A lot of what I have wrote is the way I feel about things happening around me and to my country, I think sometimes you could read some of this material and not believe it has been written by a patriot, all the same I could leave this country tomorrow because without a doubt it is going down the swanny. There was more things I wanted to say on certain issues but thought it wise not to, I couldn't be doing with the PC brigade jumping on my back.

The things I have written about the law (nothing to say).

I am not trying to portray myself as a gangster. I'm not a ruthless person, neither when talking about the doorwork or the boxing am I trying to act the hard man. As for the terrace talk that is what was going on when I was a teenager, that was fashion a buzz a drug an addiction, and I have no regrets, they were just chapters in my life that happened (fantastic all the same).

At this time of my life I do wish for world peace, but I have more chance of winning the lottery than that happening, everyday the news just fucking depresses me.

All the names in this book are totally fictional and bear no reference to anybody or person, if there is a coincidence to anybody I do apologise. Don't bother wasting your money suing, I don't own a thing.

There are so many people I want to thank for egging me on to do this book, but I can't be arsed to mention them, if you're my true friend then you know who you are, I suppose the biggest thank you should go to the pricks who said I wouldn't do it, because you inspire me more than anybody, so many thanks to you fukas.

I make no apologies for my grammar, the blame goes to some of my schoolteachers, no apologies to the police, unfortunately you are tarred with the same brush so just look to your bent colleagues for apologies.

"ONLY GOD CAN JUDGE ME"

CONTRA MUNDUM