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  • Thanks sionnach. Panel and poem both very much in the spirit of Alf.

    November 11, 2011

  • Alf Tupper

    By Kevin Raymond

    There was a man, who some say ran
    For pleasure pure & sweet
    Whatever type of weather
    He was there pounding the streets

    At the crack of dawn, he washed & yawned
    Then put on his running shoes
    He then set off on his training run
    As the locals still did snooze

    He never ran for money
    As an amateur he stayed
    He ran for fun to beat the best
    To win was all he craved

    Never ever cheated
    No sarcastic quips
    The secret of this mans success?
    Good old fish'n chips

    In snooty clubs where harriers
    Thought they were the best
    He raced them to the finish line
    Then beat them like the rest

    Working class men aren't runners
    We used to say at school
    But Alf Tupper changed all that
    As he said himself "I run em all !"

    As halcyon days and Alfs kind ways
    Are but a distant dream
    Comic hero's were our inspiration
    They inspired us to succeed!

    Working class men & women
    That was who we knew
    who ran at Battersea Park running track
    No posh athletics clubs thank you

    We were Alf, not Claude or Ralph
    Who had expensive spikes
    A pair of shorts and plimsolls
    Was what we wore on training hikes!

    So cheers Alf mate!
    You made us great
    A role model for those
    Who wanted to win so much it hurt
    "I run em all!" our favourite prose!

    November 10, 2011

  • November 10, 2011

  • Sounds exactly like "A Room with a View".

    Give me the Bash Street Kids any day. Or Alf Tupper, Tough of the Track.

    November 10, 2011

  • Though I have to admit that Grimly Feendish was da bomb!

    November 10, 2011

  • This new story of the irrepressible Penny Andrews tells how an accident at a local gymkhana led to an unexpected holiday in Italy. There Penny, with her usual instinct for adventure, found herself mixed up in an intriguing mystery that involved an elderly English lady, a cosmopolitan art collector and an Italian museum official.

    But Penny did not allow complications of this sort to spoil her delight in her first holiday abroad. She found the people, the language and above all the city of Florence absolutely fascinating.

    Six weeks was much too short a time for all the things she wanted to do and see, but coming home again was wonderful, too, especially when Penny was introduced to the new friend that awaited her there.

    As a teen, I loved other "irrepressible teen" stories. I didn't care if they were about buoys or gulls.
    There, I've said it. I also read all my sister's copies of "Bunty" and "Judy". They were all about the interpersonal relationships, dude, and so much more interesting than the Beano or Wham.

    November 10, 2011