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- Two Greats
- Westfield and the Scourings
- The Pound Problem
- Stubble 3
- Pointless!
- Signs of the Times
- Money: Madness and Sadness
- What Crows Do
- Hot News
- Time For A Sing-Song
- That 'Edgy' Old BBC Again
- Ouch!
- It's Getting Serious...
- News from Cwmdonkin Drive
- Sad News
- Daniel and Sam
- Pablo
- Beauty, Then...
- Fading?
- Songs of Love and Death
- Only in Britain...
- A Bad Start
- Apple Day
- Coleridge
- Those Olympics Again...
- Eurovision - Worrying News
- The Green Will Fade...
- The Greatness of Cheeta
- And...
- St Luke's Day
- Ed and Chan
- Great Storm, Black Monday and Worse...
- My Conversation With Nabokov
- Supererogation Again
- Brownismus
- Why Not?
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- All That Was Mortal...
- A Simpleton Writes...
- William Maxwell
- Harrowing Clods
- Back
- Zeeland Here I Come
- Hail Cheeta!
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About Me
- Nige
- Nige, who, like Mr Kenneth Horne, prefers to remain anonymous, was also a founder blogger of The Dabbler and a co-blogger on the Bryan Appleyard Thought Experiments blog. He is the sole blogger on this one, and his principal aim is to share various of life's pleasures. These tend to relate to books, art, poems, butterflies, birds, churches, music, walking, weather, drink, etc, with occasional references to the passing scene. His book, The Mother of Beauty: On the Golden Age of English Church Monuments, and Other Matters of Life and Death, is available on Amazon or direct from the author.
I agree. A wonderful poem, though not helped by those distracting hyperlinks. I love that 'strange and extreme silentness' though.
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