Author Archives: Robin

To His Mistress Going To Bed

by John Donne Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Until in labour, I in labour lie. The foe oft-times having the foe in sight Is tir’d with standing though he never fight. Off with that girdle, like heaven’s Zone glistering, But a far fairer world encompassing. Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,Continue reading “To His Mistress Going To Bed”

Getting to grips with politicians

The weeks continued with the one-day training at Mold and the rest on my own at the Holywell office. It appeared David Nicholas had become my mentor. On the second Wednesday I shadowed him as he did regular diary jobs and worked on off-diary stories. The following week he took me to a meeting ofContinue reading “Getting to grips with politicians”

Here endeth the first lesson

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”

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”

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”