John Phillpott
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John Phillpott: Reclaim our canal from the thugs, drunks and layabouts
John Phillpott
Death railway victim forever remembered in window of country church
Mud of Flanders’ fields
Last resting place for thousands of soldiers
Healing is the force of nature
Bugle call for pilgrims
Give me a simple life
So, Don Quixote was right
Cry of ‘scrumpers on the lawn’ from gran
Networking nonsense
Size isn’t everything
The madder the gladder the redder the coat
Could be job for an old rocker
Margaret’s a heroine to domestic animals
Save us all from wet dogs
No half Nelsons inpast
Wind of change may be folly we will regret
Dambuster’s triumph
Eye patch didn’t fool this man
Keys to the castle
Frenchies carry on smoking
Armchair critics should learn to keep quiet
My cure for baldness
Answer lies in the soil
Ahoy, me hearties
Choose your own friends
Someone will always want to spoil things
Fateful day in history
Bricks and mayhem
Lazy days by the river with my fishy friends
Some of us were so right
That’s my stretch of the road
This little piggy
Helping a crow on its way
It’s the society we deserve
I do like a man with lots of good ideas
They’re behind you
Paws for thought at tower
Where’s our identity?
More indians, less chiefs
At last, Monday is to be my Holly day
Poor Britain? Get real
Bricking over the land
Singing the blues for a millionaire comedian
It’s surprising just who you bump into
Blowing in the wind
Caddis is doing a grand job
When teatime was tinned fruit
‘Sir’ Alan’s homage to hottest of sounds
Cough up for festivals
History is what lies beneath
This cruel idea of hunting is killing our nation’s wildlife
Didn’t anyone care about what I saw?