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NEWS AT A GLANCE

. The honorary freedom of the borough of Rye in Sussex confers upon the freemen the privilege of kissing the mayoress. — The Nelson Evening Mail, March 21 1907 . When you register your child at birth, it immediately becomes the legal property of the state. In WW2 German physicists were able to discern the [...]

Mortality 101 – or; Catullus at the graveside

‘I want to explain about the Catullus poem … Catullus wrote poem 101 for his brother who died in the Troad.’ — Anne Carson . I have come, my brother, over lands and oceans, to this field of bones to observe the rituals of the final hour, and mumble pointless words above your ashes. Misfortune took [...]

Dr Johnfon’s Ducktionary – or; fome juvenilia, revifed upon mature confideration

In this place (as oppofed to that) Is repofited horizontally a Hearty, wholefome and falubrious Young male exemplum of fub-genus Water fowl (be it wild or be it tame), The accufative fingular of which Samuel Johnson – Artium Magifter, Legum Doctor (honoris caufa) – Did trample and crufh most Contemptibly beneath his foot; Suppofing it [...]

Heroes in error

Review of War Porn. – For The Spectator

Blessed are the speechmakers?

A back-handed tribute to President William Henry Harrison. – For The Spectator

Mortality 101 – or; Catullus at the graveside

‘I want to explain about the Catullus poem … Catullus wrote poem 101 for his brother who died in the Troad.’ – Anne Carson I have travelled, brother, over lands and oceans, to this field of bones to observe the rituals of the final hour, and mumble pointless words above your ashes. Misfortune took you [...]

Collected Poems

Dear [poet's name here], I will gladly shell out for your Collected Poems – after you’re dead.

Summer

A cheeky robin pecks at my al fresco lunch. BANG! ………No more robin.

A sympathetic reminder from the eco lobby, in this, your time of mourning

The ocean is miles away. (Think of the carbon footprint!) Why not have your relatives gather round the downstairs toilet and dump the ashes there?

Ever young

- If you die young enough, you see everything. – And yet, dying old, you still haven’t seen enough.