Named after a house belonging to one Robert Baker, a tailor famous for selling Piccadills, a collar for suits.
But used for Capital Punishment centuries ago although we didn't know it when we sat there smoking cigarettes after our jaunts down Shaftesbury Av. The abbreviation DM is connected with a club at the bottom of the street called the LimeLight, probably not there anymore. It was neon green like the famous TDK ad board. This jaunt was long in the planning and how we got there with virtually no money was an odd achievement for Giro-jockies.
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He felt lost and silly.
The underground was full of staring faces.
Did he have wanker written on his forehead?
Or better still ‘here is a provincial lad’.
He felt in that moment, weak and exposed.
His lack of education and life was evident,
In his composure and witless conversation.
So what did he have, sat there, desperate
In Picadilly Circus?
Not Much.
Looking round at happy middle class students,
They seemed to enjoy life and pleasure.
He understood only isolation and suffering.
But still had hope.
