Biography of Len Webster
Len Webster says his main claim to fame was becoming the first person ever to be attacked by a monkey in a Smethwick street. The trauma was not enough to prevent him from travelling widely..though he continued to hold a deep grudge against monkeys!
Len Webster's Works:
' Lone Wolf: a memoir.. ' Kates Hill Press,2012 (ISBN 9781 904552 420) . Copies (£7-20p, including postage & packing) from: The Kates Hill Press,39 Cowley Drive, Dudley, DY1 2SS, UK.
''Hell-Riders' & Other Stories' (Times, Singapore,1994)
' Flight from the Sibyl ' (Limited Edition,1993)
'Beneath The Blue Moon' (Times, Singapore,1992)
'The Turban-Wallah: a tale of Little India' (OUP,1984)
'Behind the Painted Veil' (Outposts Publications,1972)
Len Webster Poems
Farewell To Oldbury Grammar School
Piled high among the ruins of leaving, The shattered hopes and wasted dreams, The age-old, dated books and wicked papers That forced the countless ones to sweat in summer;
On Her 18th. Birthday
A kind of poetry in the telling and a hint of fear in the eye but inside a sense of adventure waiting to happen.
On The Rubbish Dump Of A Century
They were the cheated generation: Young between two wars Then trapped in promises Of better times to come,
This poem is about a man Who always had a reason For being unhappy.
Len Webster's 'Childhood Is...'
Childhood Is when the world to come is an adventure to be met
Len Webster's 'Old Age'
Old age is When the winter is never-ending And bones groan through
Locked in their minds, hidden behind masks, books carry their own lives with them, lives in ranks,
This is the city of which we sang, Of which we were encouraged to dream, For which our hearts each missed a beat As we thought of the mushroom clouds.
Human Resource Officer
lipstick, smug, superior, a fixed expression on her unresourceful face,
Len Webster's 'The Death Of Arthur Mille...
If Shakespeare died today would the lights of Broadway be lowered and the BBC World Service
The Chief Executive Speaks
he's there grey hair balding on the stage facing the rows
King For A Day
They stripped me down beyond bare essentials - Even now I can't tell the new from the old - Dressed me in the finest green and black livery
Certified In Education
Can't spell? Can't speak? Why not teach English To the meek?
The Entertainers - Unplugged
Late night TV is not generally for me. The sight of Baddiel and Skinner on a set Never rouses me to ecstasy Or, at least, it hasn't yet
On Her 18th. Birthday
A kind of poetry in the telling
and a hint of fear in the eye
but inside a sense of adventure
waiting to happen.