Despite my Irish name & majority Irish blood, father etc. Catholic etc. My maternal grandfather's name was Alfred Charles Warburton. He was the man I most bonded with. He was blind from glaucoma when I knew him Born in the 1880s He was so gentle He allowed me to see what blindmen see A sacred Gift Like a shaman It's a silence most of you will never know and a light Maybe late before you die you will It's what we remember from the womb William Blake my hero He saw angels like I see spirits different words for the same thing A Cockney man gave up his bed for me would you? My countrymen? So don't worry about the English they have mettle divided amongst North & South London & the poor in the North, misunderstood Barnsley's a beautiful accent if you've ever known a girl I lost my virginity to an English rose it's a human lottery where we're born We'll be ok I'll call my bruva Chris tonight former room mates...brothers me ol mucka me ol la...