martin.j. schofield Biography
Having grown up in a more rural northern english town, my move to London in 1987 became quite the adventure as a recent graduate from culinary arts school, I really didn't want to delite patrons with creative dishes from the kitchens dungeons; I felt more at home out front, part of my extrovert nature I suppose. When I arrived in London, I had 2 suitcases, had taken a train from some lonely posh home county village, from where I had that day walked out (actually I pretty much ran from their kitchen, I hated the sous chef after only 3 days) , IT WAS MY 18TH BIRTHDAY THAT DAY, and still he treated me badly so I walked. I ended up in Brixton at 8.00pm hoping to find my college buddy of whom I only had an address. I was lucky it was his only day off from the Savoy Hotel.
Tall was he, immense in wrath,
With fields of bristles,
Covering his foreface, in aftermath,
Like a sward grown o'er with thistles and thickets,
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A refuge sought sanctuary,
where she could end this miserable trek,
lay down her weary, beaten head,
Her bloated form protected from menacing claws;
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In the midst of 'this' eternal carnage,
The stricken voices entomb their sorrows,
vent uncompromising pain, amid deluge,
and cry out for comfort;
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It walks belligerently, often begrudgingly
But at least it shares my path.
It talks to me at night, a comfort, a wrap,
and in the light of my era, it leads me towards it.
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