The first couple of days saw me settling in to my new role, making contacts that I should have been making over the previous six months. Even on the Monday I managed to gather a reasonable amount of copy – mainly weddings and funeral reports, but also items gleaned from the minutes of the previousContinue reading “Here endeth the first lesson”
Author Archives: Robin
Where Once The Waters Of Your Face
by Dylan Thomas Where once the waters of your face Sound to my screws, your dry ghost blows, The dead turns up its eye; Where once the mermen through your ice Pushed up their hair, the dry wind steers Through salt and root and roe. Where once your green knots sank their splice Into theContinue reading “Where Once The Waters Of Your Face”
My own domain
Once Peter and Gareth had left the office I sat at my new desk and looked around my new domain. The stairs came up on the back wall and opposite was a wide set of windows looking down into the bustling little road off the High Street. My desk was set up with my backContinue reading “My own domain”
What a day!
Been a very odd couple of days (which is why yesterday’s episode of Adventures of a cub reporter didn’t get to you until today. All’s Well That Ends Well, as the great bard said, and you’ve even had a bonus poem from the wonderful Robert Burns.
A Man’s A Man for A’that
by Robert Burns Is there for honest poverty That hings his head and a’that; The coward slave – we pass him by, We dare be poor for a’that! For a’that, an a’that. Our toils obscure an a’that, The rank is but the guinea’s stamp, The man’s the gowd for a’that. What though on hamely fareContinue reading “A Man’s A Man for A’that”
The Kangaroo and the Duck
by Edward Lear Said the Duck to the Kangaroo, ‘Good gracious! how you hop! Over the fields and the water too, As if you would never stop! My life is a bore in this nasty pond, And I long to go out in the world beyond! I wish I could go out like you,’ SaidContinue reading “The Kangaroo and the Duck”
Out of work for a weekend
I arrived home in time for lunch on the day I was told I had failed my probationary period as a trainee reporter. Yet I was not feeling downcast because Bill O’Brien, the chief reporter at the Holywell office where I had been a probationer, had told me there was someone interested in my desireContinue reading “Out of work for a weekend”
The Little Match Girl
by KNIGHT OF THE WHITE ELEPHANT OF BURMAH WILLIAM MCGONAGALL It was biting cold, and the falling snow, Which filled a poor little match girl’s heart with woe, Who was bareheaded and barefooted, as she went along the street, Crying: “Who’ll buy my matches? for I want pennies to buy some meat!” When she leftContinue reading “The Little Match Girl”
End of the road, or a new start?
When I returned to work after my week off I was quite surprised that Bill asked me to write a feature piece about the German visitors to North Wales. I should not really have been THAT surprised as the paper did not have a town identity, such as Holywell or Mold, but was technically aContinue reading “End of the road, or a new start?”
Behind the Scenes
by Banjo Paterson The actor struts his little hour, Between the limelight and the band; The public feel the actor’s power, Yet nothing do they understand. Of all the touches here and there That make or mar the actor’s part, They never see, beneath the glare, The artist striving after art. To them it seemsContinue reading “Behind the Scenes”
Robin's Nest 