By Dave McGowan
Even though, in reality, you were little more than a fleeting vision
That swept by now and then
Every year or two, Forest Hill, SE23
All I wanted to be was you
With yer sleeveless v-neck
And yer Vespa scooter
Yer can of Long Life
And yer 3-buttoned down Ben Sherman
And yer brogues and yer turn-ups
I would run down the middle of the road after you
When you departed for Dagenham
