I was the mad one,The auld road bowler,They knew by the flame of my hair,And the glint from the arching curve,Of the 28oz's of burnished steel, Howler, I named it,The tangled weed rover,Hero of a thousand, thousand matches,From Bellcarra to Boholla,Aughagower to Cordarragh, Setting flame to the rough roads of 1985,Before I was reduced to... Continue Reading →