“Speaker not fixed but got it back again. Read Mr F’s poetry, wrote a critique”
I don’t understand that first sentence. Not at all.
Why would I get the speaker back if it wasn’t fixed? Maybe whoever was fixing it – and I am still clueless as to who that may have been – told me keep using the speakers until a part arrived. Who knows? The not-inconsiderable trials and tribulations of a teenage hi-fi enthusiast!
The second sentence relates to my brief – very brief – flirtation with poetry. STOP laughing at the back!
But not for me the beauty and prose of someone like Tennyson, Yeats or Frost. No, my fascination was for the poetry of… my boss, John F at Francis Records!
I will give him some credit though. His poetry influenced me to write my own. Mine was… let’s just say a little more ‘song lyricy’, owing much to the classic stylings of such luminaries as… well, Steve Harley, Bill Nelson and Roger Waters.
I know what you’re thinking… does EFA70sTRO still possess any of his teenage poetry and will he share it with us?
Maybe, but only if you behave!
Excerpts from a 70's Teenage Rock Opera 
TRO sits on the loo, brokenhearted
He tried to sh*t, but only farted.