The Fisherman’s Friend

“He awoke two weeks later, groggy and sore in a Joel Griffths-induced pool of urine, a blue-collared shirt stuffed in his mouth, his hands tied behind his back in an obvious attempt to stop him ripping his hair out. Whether it was he or someone else who applied the shackles he was, nevertheless, grateful. Two […]

The machine came out to play on Saturday. The people’s poets, lauded for their grace and style in weeks gone by (all deserved on the day it must be added), were outdone and outrun by the machine back in cruise control. At first, a patient build up was going astray at the last pass, but […]