Monday, 22 August 2016

That's My Girl

To celebrate the birthday of the poet with the biting wit - Dorothy Parker, I thought I'd share one of my favourites of hers:

The lads I've met in Cupid's deadlock / were - shall we say? - born out of wedlock.

Monday, 8 August 2016

Monday, 1 August 2016


In the oh-so eloquent words of The Grinch:

The Cloths of Heaven by W B Yeats

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.