Three red yoyos, one blue and one green, all of different shapes.

Three red yoyos, one blue and one green, all of different shapes.

Nostalgia has struck. I stumbled across a video on YouTube recently of someone yoyoing, reminding me of a time in my childhood when I enjoyed a good throw. Naturally, I had to buy some to try and reclaim something forever lost. And around £35 later:

Robert Cutillo Forever ScratchesThe ball, a panel loose and flapping,shot above my head and barged into a hedge,a hole where leaves had been.As I jogged from the hoodies on the grass, you yelled,‘Run, then!’ and …

I need to be careful: I'm slowly turning into a poet! I've managed to get a poem published at The Lock Raven Review. The poem is called 'Forever scratches' and is based on an experience I had as a kid when having a kickabout at the aerodrome in Loughborough: thelochravenreview.net/robert-cutil...