British legion. Garston. liverpool

British Legion, Garston
(Liverpool) 1974


Once I worked as a steward there,
the committee, men who had never
been in position of power before,
argued about the insignificant; while
drinking free pints of bitter... Quite
pathetic they were, wore old suits,
tie and hat, tried to look like gents,
but tongue and style betrayed them;
a strong voice and they shrank back
to their forelock tugging past
I liked them tough and understood
their illusions, workers like to be
bosses. and we admire aristocracy,
who jolly well do as they please