May 5th – Drip, drip, drop, Little April shower, Beating a tune, As you fall all around.

Well, wouldn’t all this cogitating lead me to come up with a sort of rival theory to the Big Bang and religion?

29th March – Get sick, get well, Hang around a’ ink well

No sour grapes on my part when I say that the gatekeepers to literary stardom in this country would be incapable of judging who is the most cunning between Joey Essex and the Duchess of Sussex.