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“Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad/ The river too weary to flood/ The storming wind cut through to my skin/ But she cut through to my blood…” That’s the opening of The Poor Ditching Boy, a song by the great Richard Thompson, an artist who’s probably never going to top the […] On Saturday I paid another visit to Raigmore Hospital in Inverness—a journey our poor old car has made so often that now when I get in, all I have to do is say “Raigmore” and, like some elderly hackney cab horse out of Dickens, the engine starts automatically and it practically drives there itself. This […] 
Well, it’s a brand new year fresh out of the box with its batteries fully charged, so here’s a very warm welcome to 2023. Let’s hope it’s better than the last few years which have felt uncomfortably like the End Times, visited as they were by the rebranded Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: War, […] 
Well, we hope you all had a very happy Christmas. And now it’s time to ask the landlord to fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over, for tonight we’ll merry merry be, tomorrow we’ll be hungover: yes, it’s time for the traditional Gansey Nation Christmas Singalong— Good King Wenceslas was sad, In fact […] 
It’s shameless self-promotion time, for I have just self-published a collection of my poems on Amazon. (Or rather, my dear friend Song has formatted and published it for me.) It’s print-on-demand only at the moment, but a Kindle version should be available soon. And why am I launching them on an unsuspecting world? To quote […] |
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