We went out a lot
Me and Valda — and
At closing time we’d leave the pub
Before the others, take her nippy Peugeot,
Zip Along the quays — up Barrack Street
To Nancy Spain’s and step out
Down Cat Lane: we were so vain.
We’d fix our faces in the mirror in the boxy
Scented john, then put our order in for Jameson
And gin and halves of Heineken
And take a table low-lit by the wall.
We’d wait there for the guys to come and talk to us
And they would come and talk to us
And we would talk to them.
I drank fast in those days.
Valda always paced herself —
She was looking for love.
None of the men were beautiful
And even if they were — could they belong to us
Could we belong to anyone?
The whole place smelt of gin and juniper