I went to the Post Office in Peckham with Bunny earlier. As we trudged back through the rain, my Tourettes lifted our spirits with some rousing versions of William Blake’s famous poem, ‘Jerusalem.’ It was fun to start with, but two hours later when we were home and dry they were still coming strong. By that time, I was exhausted and couldn’t wait for it to stop.

William Blake is said to have seen angels in the trees on Peckham Rye. Clearly Peckham Post Office is my source of inspiration.

Here’s Blake’s version:

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my Bow of burning gold:
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire.

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green & pleasant Land.

And here’s one of my many versions:

And did those sheep in ancient times
Talk about England’s weathered past?
And did those sheep in ancient times fuck up the sky?
No that was you, no that was you, no that was you and I.

And in these deep and damaged times,
Who spilt courage on the floor?
And was a kitten killed here by dark satanic Heather Mills?

Bring me my Sheep, Lizard Man called Fred:
Bring me my Speedos of desire:
Bring me my Chariot of Bill Gates Bum!

And what’s left to do when all the dogs have died?
Fuck a sheep.”

Festive outburst
“A badger carried Mary on the dusty road.”