Remembering All So Clear by Madness
The public footpaths were paved solid with
Speed traps,
During the fall of '81,
Hampstead heath with it's snow caps,
I remember it all so clear.
Conis caught in ice cake,
Donated with backache.
Everyone with objects looking dear,
A corrugated iron edge gets bent into a
Make-do sledge,
I recall this all so clear.
Pile down kite hill you go,
Toes of ice. fingers feel the snow.
Everyone and everything looks dear.
Rushing for the warmth of home,
Then slipping on your short cut home,
I remember it all so clear.
The heaviest fall since '62?
Enjoy this heaven sent gift whilst it's here.
And what a dodgie year that was,
Even the weather man was looking cold,
The unpredictable days had seen even the
Weatherman lose control.
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