During my time with the Herald I was never called on to do weekend work. Delwyn enjoyed covering football matches on Saturday afternoons and took Friday afternoons off in lieu. As I normally had weekends off I am sticking to the routine here for now. I have always enjoyed playing cards, whether a two-handed gameContinue reading “Fifteen six and one for his nob*”
Author Archives: Robin
The Vixen
by John Clare Among the taller woods with ivy hung, The old fox plays and dances round her young. She snuffs and barks if any passes by And swings her tail and turns prepared to fly. The horseman hurries by, she bolts to see, And turns agen, from danger never free. If any stands sheContinue reading “The Vixen”
I’ll be back soon
Bit of a busy day today but I’ll be back tomorrow to tell you about a special game of cards.
Lady Midnight
by Leonard Cohen I came by myself to a very crowded place. I was looking for someone who had lines in her face. I found her there, but she was past all concern. I asked her to hold me; I said: Lady, unfold me, but she scorned me and told me I was dead andContinue reading “Lady Midnight”
Enjoying a drop of the holy spirit
Bill kept to his word and the next day I went to talk to the local vicar, the RC priest and three non-Conformist ministers. One was down in Greenfield and the others were at all four points of the compass in Holywell itself. The “stories” were nothing to write home about, really just snippets aboutContinue reading “Enjoying a drop of the holy spirit”
Groundhog Day in Holywell
Each day Delwyn and I turned up at the office and each day Bill set us tasks which were basically typing up copy in a presentable format. Newly-fledged copy typists could have done the job straight out of secretarial college and they would probably have been paid at the same rate. Then one morning, whenContinue reading “Groundhog Day in Holywell”
Jabberwocky
by Lewis Carroll ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the JubJub bird, and shun, The frumious Bandersnatch! He took his vorpal sword in hand;Continue reading “Jabberwocky”
The Ballad of Rudolph Reed
by Gwendolyn Brooks Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened as they grew. ‘I am not hungry for berries. I am not hungry for bread. But hungry, hungry for a house Where at night a man in bed ‘May never hear theContinue reading “The Ballad of Rudolph Reed”
Setting standards
How and when do we make a decision to follow a particular political ideology? Is it actually a political decision or is it something we grow into? Some might think I was born in a privileged position. My father, as a pharmacist, was considered to be professional rather than trade and although he managed shopsContinue reading “Setting standards”
Anne Hathaway
by Carol Anne Duffy “Item I gyve unto my wief my second best bed . . .” from Shakespeare’s will The bed we loved in was a spinning world of forests, castles, torchlight, cliff-tops, seas where he would dive for pearls. My lover’s words were shooting stars, which fell to earth as kisses on theseContinue reading “Anne Hathaway”
Robin's Nest 