by Roger McGough Let me die a youngman’s deathnot a clean & inbetweenthe sheets holywater deathnot a famous-last-wordspeaceful out of breath death When I’m 73& and in constant good tumourmay I be mown down at dawnby a bright red sports caron my way homefrom an allnight party Or when I’m 91with silver hair& sitting inContinue reading “Let Me Die a Youngman’s Death”
Author Archives: Robin
Virtual Rhyality
I miss Rhyl but is it the Rhyl I remember that I miss or is it the place itself? The closest I can manage at present is to let Google do the walking but even then when did Google create the images? I took you through the Rhyl I remember now let’s see the RhylContinue reading “Virtual Rhyality”
Step into the past
I went for a walk yesterday. Something I have not done since the lockdown began. In fact I went for two walks. In both I walked the streets of Rhyl. The difference being that one walk was in the Rhyl locked away in my mind to be taken out and revisited whenever I wanted. TheContinue reading “Step into the past”
See you tomorrow
Sorry there has been no post today. Things have been rather hectic at home (no problems just busy). I hope it will all be back to normal tomorrow.
The food of love
For 70 years my life has played out to a background of music and now just a few bars of a song or an instrumental can bring memories flooding back. Today’s unfortunate news does mean that for a while certain songs will not have the same happy memories that others do. Of course I’m talkingContinue reading “The food of love”
Nudge, nudge Wink, wink
Growing up in Rhyl in the 50s and 60s was a mixed blessing, but at the end of the day I was sorry to leave. During the summer it was a bustling, noisy place with crowds on the promenade and the cries of bingo callers from all the arcades along the front. Our house wasContinue reading “Nudge, nudge Wink, wink”
Nature’s infinite book of secrecy
Shakespeare knew that nature hides many secrets and that *man* (or in Antony and Cleopatra the Soothsayer) would be forever trying to seek them out. *man* please forgive this sexist reference but at the time science was, wrongly, seen as a male preserve. By the 1950s young boys were being persuaded to show an interestContinue reading “Nature’s infinite book of secrecy”
I’ll be back soon
Morning folks. The Glitch has struck again and this morning’s post will be delayed. Delighted so many enjoy these ramblings from the attic of my mind.
He’s behind you
My two theatrical dreams, which at 70 I am probably unlikely to achieve, are to direct one of Shakespeare’s plays and to direct a traditional British pantomime. This might surprise some theatrical devotees because traditionally you should opt for either the serious theatre or for pantomime. At Rhyl Children’s Theatre Club Joe Holroyd and AngelaContinue reading “He’s behind you”
Curtain up
The Rhyl Children’s Theatre Club was not a two-hour Saturday morning session to get children out of the house. Any parent who wanted that could just as easily give their child a couple of bob and send them to the Odeon on the other side of the Vale Road bridge. This was no oversized dolls’Continue reading “Curtain up”
Robin's Nest 