Biography of kipper Stagg
Brought up on a council estate in South London,
Left School at the age of fifteen years old unable to read and write.
The Middle child of a single parent family who had seen the very worst life had to throw at it
But somehow survived it all until now!
A committed Humanitarian, one time socialist now disillusioned with all political systems
And if I had to label myself I would say I am a Zeitgeistian.
An autumn day with chilled wind whips dry leaves in front of every step I take,
An ancient tree groans and creaks and gently sways
As I pass it sending warning of the coming winter preparations we must make
Whilst a squirrel scurries past in haste gathering provisions and hesitates in curiosity watching as I wend my way.
This wind teases me and like a child, steals my hat and runs away taunting me to chase it like a school playground game from my youth
Red leaves fall like a thousand flame