Tis the season for social folly
So far, so la di da
But I’m off to see cuddly Molly
It’ll be ooh, aah, ooh, ooh aah
There’s no emotion
In this exchange
So far, so dum-di-da
I’m still young I should be jolly
La, la la de lucking la
This Christmas ditty shows how Jos was developing his wicked sense of ironic twist, as well as his blasé attitude to sex. The playful bleakness of this piece is older than his years.
Jos was ejected and eventually banned from the school chapel for his outburst when stone cold sober: ‘Oh God, why am I foreskinned?’
Jos was always a sceptic when it came to religion. The next snippet is proof of his growing disdain for organised religions.
Mine’s God and chips
Which I eat deity
Allah my fears, oh grate on
I must nip this in the Buddha
Before I lose my shelf
Of living through thinking books
What would old friends Theo
And Sophy make of it all?
And this little gem was rescued from the tattered box of an old board game whose name, ‘Unemployment’ was years ahead of its time.
Hands spreading their palms
As though spiritedly signing for alms
Turning cogs and mechanisms
Honing light through windows and prisms
Trudging through snow thick and white
Small brown envelopes containing their plight
Going to work in the morning by rote
Returning home to pictures of children now full grown
Peeling their sweated worth, note by note
A dream house with presents they’ll never own
Jos’s brief encounter with Socialism followed this period realising the working-class as a suffering social group.