3 December 2011
by Mark
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After a couple of songs, it’s time for some poetry. Today’s offering is “The Minstrels” by William Wordsworth. The minstrels played their Christmas tune To-night beneath my cottage-eaves; While, smitten by a lofty moon, The encircling laurels, thick with leaves, … Continue reading
11 August 2011
by Mark
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This just seemed rather apposite to me. The middle section (“This blessed plot”, etc) is very well known, but in context it has a very different meaning. Methinks I am a prophet new inspir’d, And thus, expiring, do foretell of … Continue reading
11 November 2010
by Mark
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We normally only quote the middle section of this. But I think the whole poem is worth re-reading. With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, … Continue reading
29 December 2007
by Mark
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http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/7163547.stm So. Farewell then Netscape Browser extraordinaire Once you were the Dog’s bollocks But now Just a load Of bollocks So. At last the beast fell And the unbelievers Had seen it coming All along. (apologies to EJ Thribb)