Chris Eley
@swindonqueso.bsky.social
Our Town 19
On Commercial Road, a father and son
Share a private joke, giggling together,
Grasping a shared moment of joy.
On Commercial Road, a father and son
Share a private joke, giggling together,
Grasping a shared moment of joy.
June 17, 2025 at 11:08 AM
Our Town 19
On Commercial Road, a father and son
Share a private joke, giggling together,
Grasping a shared moment of joy.
On Commercial Road, a father and son
Share a private joke, giggling together,
Grasping a shared moment of joy.
Our Town 18
The man in shorts looks like
The last surviving member
Of a 60s that had two hits
And once supported Jimi Hendrix
The man in shorts looks like
The last surviving member
Of a 60s that had two hits
And once supported Jimi Hendrix
June 6, 2025 at 8:56 AM
Our Town 18
The man in shorts looks like
The last surviving member
Of a 60s that had two hits
And once supported Jimi Hendrix
The man in shorts looks like
The last surviving member
Of a 60s that had two hits
And once supported Jimi Hendrix
Our Town 17
Mothers' Day has gone terribly wrong.
Outside Fabio's, a dad is lecturing his son
On the finer points of table manners.
Bad things happen
When you order pineapple on pizza
Mothers' Day has gone terribly wrong.
Outside Fabio's, a dad is lecturing his son
On the finer points of table manners.
Bad things happen
When you order pineapple on pizza
May 31, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Our Town 17
Mothers' Day has gone terribly wrong.
Outside Fabio's, a dad is lecturing his son
On the finer points of table manners.
Bad things happen
When you order pineapple on pizza
Mothers' Day has gone terribly wrong.
Outside Fabio's, a dad is lecturing his son
On the finer points of table manners.
Bad things happen
When you order pineapple on pizza
Our Town 16
Bespectacled identical twins in pink tutus
Choosing books in Bert's, the joy of reading.
Passing the chapel, I hear the singing,
Confirming that the Devil
Really does have all the best tunes.
Bespectacled identical twins in pink tutus
Choosing books in Bert's, the joy of reading.
Passing the chapel, I hear the singing,
Confirming that the Devil
Really does have all the best tunes.
May 31, 2025 at 1:00 PM
Our Town 16
Bespectacled identical twins in pink tutus
Choosing books in Bert's, the joy of reading.
Passing the chapel, I hear the singing,
Confirming that the Devil
Really does have all the best tunes.
Bespectacled identical twins in pink tutus
Choosing books in Bert's, the joy of reading.
Passing the chapel, I hear the singing,
Confirming that the Devil
Really does have all the best tunes.
Our Town 15
Two planes draw lines
On the cloudless sky,
Aerial calligraphy.
Two planes draw lines
On the cloudless sky,
Aerial calligraphy.
May 24, 2025 at 2:37 PM
Our Town 15
Two planes draw lines
On the cloudless sky,
Aerial calligraphy.
Two planes draw lines
On the cloudless sky,
Aerial calligraphy.
Our Town 14
The smokers huddle outside The Spoon,
Nursing their pints, dressed for a winter war.
The smokers huddle outside The Spoon,
Nursing their pints, dressed for a winter war.
May 24, 2025 at 2:36 PM
Our Town 14
The smokers huddle outside The Spoon,
Nursing their pints, dressed for a winter war.
The smokers huddle outside The Spoon,
Nursing their pints, dressed for a winter war.
Our Town 13
Walking down into town,
I see the familiar Eastcott faces,
Three decades, the usual suspects.
We have grown older together.
Prospect Hill becomes steeper by the year.
Walking down into town,
I see the familiar Eastcott faces,
Three decades, the usual suspects.
We have grown older together.
Prospect Hill becomes steeper by the year.
May 8, 2025 at 7:33 PM
Our Town 13
Walking down into town,
I see the familiar Eastcott faces,
Three decades, the usual suspects.
We have grown older together.
Prospect Hill becomes steeper by the year.
Walking down into town,
I see the familiar Eastcott faces,
Three decades, the usual suspects.
We have grown older together.
Prospect Hill becomes steeper by the year.
Our Town 12
A woman at work in her tiny garden,
Her black cat luxuriating in spring sunshine.
The radio plays Genesis' Afterglow,
Songs of my youth excavating the past,
The peculiar archaeology of memory.
A woman at work in her tiny garden,
Her black cat luxuriating in spring sunshine.
The radio plays Genesis' Afterglow,
Songs of my youth excavating the past,
The peculiar archaeology of memory.
May 7, 2025 at 5:38 PM
Our Town 12
A woman at work in her tiny garden,
Her black cat luxuriating in spring sunshine.
The radio plays Genesis' Afterglow,
Songs of my youth excavating the past,
The peculiar archaeology of memory.
A woman at work in her tiny garden,
Her black cat luxuriating in spring sunshine.
The radio plays Genesis' Afterglow,
Songs of my youth excavating the past,
The peculiar archaeology of memory.
Our Town 11
Fragments of conversation
Overheard in the park.
Apparently, he was a carpenter,
A pretty good one by all accounts
But drinking a bottle of rum a day
Put paid to his career.
Fragments of conversation
Overheard in the park.
Apparently, he was a carpenter,
A pretty good one by all accounts
But drinking a bottle of rum a day
Put paid to his career.
April 2, 2025 at 9:33 AM
Our Town 11
Fragments of conversation
Overheard in the park.
Apparently, he was a carpenter,
A pretty good one by all accounts
But drinking a bottle of rum a day
Put paid to his career.
Fragments of conversation
Overheard in the park.
Apparently, he was a carpenter,
A pretty good one by all accounts
But drinking a bottle of rum a day
Put paid to his career.
Our Town 10
Walking through the Bristol Street tunnel,
A train passes overhead, a minor earthquake,
The earth moves for all of us,
Thinking of generations who trod
This route before me, building the engines
For God's Wonderful Railway.
Walking through the Bristol Street tunnel,
A train passes overhead, a minor earthquake,
The earth moves for all of us,
Thinking of generations who trod
This route before me, building the engines
For God's Wonderful Railway.
March 31, 2025 at 12:10 PM
Our Town 10
Walking through the Bristol Street tunnel,
A train passes overhead, a minor earthquake,
The earth moves for all of us,
Thinking of generations who trod
This route before me, building the engines
For God's Wonderful Railway.
Walking through the Bristol Street tunnel,
A train passes overhead, a minor earthquake,
The earth moves for all of us,
Thinking of generations who trod
This route before me, building the engines
For God's Wonderful Railway.
Our Town 9
Half-term, lunchtime in the pub,
He launches into an interminable monologue
On the state of the teaching of English
At his secondary school.
If it's a first date, I suspect she may
Cancel her subscription to Hinge.
Half-term, lunchtime in the pub,
He launches into an interminable monologue
On the state of the teaching of English
At his secondary school.
If it's a first date, I suspect she may
Cancel her subscription to Hinge.
March 22, 2025 at 2:20 PM
Our Town 9
Half-term, lunchtime in the pub,
He launches into an interminable monologue
On the state of the teaching of English
At his secondary school.
If it's a first date, I suspect she may
Cancel her subscription to Hinge.
Half-term, lunchtime in the pub,
He launches into an interminable monologue
On the state of the teaching of English
At his secondary school.
If it's a first date, I suspect she may
Cancel her subscription to Hinge.
Our Town 8
Shooting on the hills above Wroughton,
The pop, pop, pop of shotguns
Carried to us on the southerly wind
Or perhaps an insurrection in Wichelstowe,
The peasants rising up
To throw off the yoke of serfdom.
Shooting on the hills above Wroughton,
The pop, pop, pop of shotguns
Carried to us on the southerly wind
Or perhaps an insurrection in Wichelstowe,
The peasants rising up
To throw off the yoke of serfdom.
March 15, 2025 at 9:49 AM
Our Town 8
Shooting on the hills above Wroughton,
The pop, pop, pop of shotguns
Carried to us on the southerly wind
Or perhaps an insurrection in Wichelstowe,
The peasants rising up
To throw off the yoke of serfdom.
Shooting on the hills above Wroughton,
The pop, pop, pop of shotguns
Carried to us on the southerly wind
Or perhaps an insurrection in Wichelstowe,
The peasants rising up
To throw off the yoke of serfdom.
Our Town 7
I walk past my old house,
Peer in the window.
It seems like half a life ago,
And it was.
They've done it up nicely.
I walk past my old house,
Peer in the window.
It seems like half a life ago,
And it was.
They've done it up nicely.
March 12, 2025 at 6:11 PM
Our Town 7
I walk past my old house,
Peer in the window.
It seems like half a life ago,
And it was.
They've done it up nicely.
I walk past my old house,
Peer in the window.
It seems like half a life ago,
And it was.
They've done it up nicely.
Our Town 6
Two young lovers occupy a bench.
I suspect that their parents disapprove,
The age old story
Two young lovers occupy a bench.
I suspect that their parents disapprove,
The age old story
February 23, 2025 at 9:21 AM
Our Town 6
Two young lovers occupy a bench.
I suspect that their parents disapprove,
The age old story
Two young lovers occupy a bench.
I suspect that their parents disapprove,
The age old story
Our Town 5
A man is having an impassioned debate
With himself, on foreign aid policy, in song.
I am tempted to add a verse on
The difference between hard and soft power
But restrain myself.
A man is having an impassioned debate
With himself, on foreign aid policy, in song.
I am tempted to add a verse on
The difference between hard and soft power
But restrain myself.
February 7, 2025 at 2:09 PM
Our Town 5
A man is having an impassioned debate
With himself, on foreign aid policy, in song.
I am tempted to add a verse on
The difference between hard and soft power
But restrain myself.
A man is having an impassioned debate
With himself, on foreign aid policy, in song.
I am tempted to add a verse on
The difference between hard and soft power
But restrain myself.
Aside from dunk, I have a soft spot for Norman Gall, loved Eric Young, Mark Lawrenson and, of course, Steve Foster
February 6, 2025 at 5:34 PM
Aside from dunk, I have a soft spot for Norman Gall, loved Eric Young, Mark Lawrenson and, of course, Steve Foster
Our Town 4
Down by the Town Hall,
The Christmas tree is gone,
Felled, just the stump remains.
The resident drunk is chattering
Ten to the dozen, like a Kerouac novel,
A stream of consciousness
Only marginally less coherent.
Down by the Town Hall,
The Christmas tree is gone,
Felled, just the stump remains.
The resident drunk is chattering
Ten to the dozen, like a Kerouac novel,
A stream of consciousness
Only marginally less coherent.
January 23, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Our Town 4
Down by the Town Hall,
The Christmas tree is gone,
Felled, just the stump remains.
The resident drunk is chattering
Ten to the dozen, like a Kerouac novel,
A stream of consciousness
Only marginally less coherent.
Down by the Town Hall,
The Christmas tree is gone,
Felled, just the stump remains.
The resident drunk is chattering
Ten to the dozen, like a Kerouac novel,
A stream of consciousness
Only marginally less coherent.
Our Town 3
A man in shorts and flip-flops
Gets grumpy that the self-service check-out,
Clearly marked card only
Won't take his cash.
Given the choice of clothing for the weather,
I'm not surprised that his judgement is poor.
A man in shorts and flip-flops
Gets grumpy that the self-service check-out,
Clearly marked card only
Won't take his cash.
Given the choice of clothing for the weather,
I'm not surprised that his judgement is poor.
January 18, 2025 at 3:21 PM
Our Town 3
A man in shorts and flip-flops
Gets grumpy that the self-service check-out,
Clearly marked card only
Won't take his cash.
Given the choice of clothing for the weather,
I'm not surprised that his judgement is poor.
A man in shorts and flip-flops
Gets grumpy that the self-service check-out,
Clearly marked card only
Won't take his cash.
Given the choice of clothing for the weather,
I'm not surprised that his judgement is poor.
4. Life can seem a trifle unfair
When you run out of Camembert
But go down to the shops
And buy a big box
And you'll be happy I swear
When you run out of Camembert
But go down to the shops
And buy a big box
And you'll be happy I swear
January 13, 2025 at 3:39 PM
4. Life can seem a trifle unfair
When you run out of Camembert
But go down to the shops
And buy a big box
And you'll be happy I swear
When you run out of Camembert
But go down to the shops
And buy a big box
And you'll be happy I swear
3. Stilton is stinky and blue
It may not be the cheese for you
But I think you ought
To try it with port
And I hope then You'll like it too
It may not be the cheese for you
But I think you ought
To try it with port
And I hope then You'll like it too
January 13, 2025 at 3:38 PM
3. Stilton is stinky and blue
It may not be the cheese for you
But I think you ought
To try it with port
And I hope then You'll like it too
It may not be the cheese for you
But I think you ought
To try it with port
And I hope then You'll like it too
2. Cheddar is England's supreme,
Of the cheese crop, it is the cream.
Ben Gunn liked it most
Grilled on some toast
But that was only a dream
Of the cheese crop, it is the cream.
Ben Gunn liked it most
Grilled on some toast
But that was only a dream
January 13, 2025 at 3:37 PM
2. Cheddar is England's supreme,
Of the cheese crop, it is the cream.
Ben Gunn liked it most
Grilled on some toast
But that was only a dream
Of the cheese crop, it is the cream.
Ben Gunn liked it most
Grilled on some toast
But that was only a dream
To address this gap, four limericks on cheese
1. I do like a nice ripe brie
Spread on a cracker of three
For a really good time
Add a glass of red wine
But then you won't need your tea
1. I do like a nice ripe brie
Spread on a cracker of three
For a really good time
Add a glass of red wine
But then you won't need your tea
January 13, 2025 at 3:36 PM
To address this gap, four limericks on cheese
1. I do like a nice ripe brie
Spread on a cracker of three
For a really good time
Add a glass of red wine
But then you won't need your tea
1. I do like a nice ripe brie
Spread on a cracker of three
For a really good time
Add a glass of red wine
But then you won't need your tea
Our Town 2
Snows brief visit is over so quickly.
The day is greying itself to dusk and rain.
A small child in a red suit aquaplanes
Through the puddles by the bandstand.
Those trousers are going to need a wash.
Snows brief visit is over so quickly.
The day is greying itself to dusk and rain.
A small child in a red suit aquaplanes
Through the puddles by the bandstand.
Those trousers are going to need a wash.
January 13, 2025 at 12:11 PM
Our Town 2
Snows brief visit is over so quickly.
The day is greying itself to dusk and rain.
A small child in a red suit aquaplanes
Through the puddles by the bandstand.
Those trousers are going to need a wash.
Snows brief visit is over so quickly.
The day is greying itself to dusk and rain.
A small child in a red suit aquaplanes
Through the puddles by the bandstand.
Those trousers are going to need a wash.