Written to Rob on what would have been his 75th birthday, 24/1/2026
The first verse is his.
No more Aeros anymore
No more chocolate, nowt in store,
No more treats that's for sure
Cos there's no more Aeros anymore
No more voicemails anymore
No more letters through the door
No more boozy walks to Flawd
We have lost our Salfordore
Except
your rhymes stay in our ears
And your voicemails through the years
Making plans weeks in advance
So you'd never miss the chance
To share red wines & cheese pies,
To meet up under blue skies,
At the grove and at the vic
161, D, 306
Each open mic, each city game
Your poet's voice it will remain:
We can sing songs for you now;
Be subversive, happy, vow
To find joy in the outdoors,
Wear 8 layers to stay warm, planting flowers in blue and white,
To Play folk into the night.
Have a moan about city,
Plan A Guardiola fury;
We'll thank friends and we'll write cards;
Your voice always in our hearts.
So there's no more Aeros anymore
But there's memories galore
We won't meet in 306
But 4-0 it's egg and chips
Hannah Strickland
05/02/2026
