This site has got games, movies, jokes, songs, pictures, illusions and some odd trivia - what else could you possibly want? If
you're suitably inclined a load of techie stuff as well.
Welcome, friend. Come in. Sit down, sprawl, flop.
(Unless still fumbling me in the bookshop.)
Cup of tea? Kitcat? Something stronger? Fine.
Comfort's the thing. Take a sip. Recline.
For I am not a comfortable read. By most yardsticks
I cannot sell. In Britain, anything on Politics
Gets quickly pulped to make room for the twenty-sixth
Biography of Eustace Mimsy-Splodge
The Bloomsbury potter who knew Blodge
Who lived with someone dull but sex-obsessed
Who met, however briefly, Vita Sackville-West;
I'll be done for by Confessions (Rita Chevrolet)
And travel yarns - A Vicar's Girl in Hudson Bay
Or the collected cheque-book stubs of Archer, J.
The stone-faced man from W. H. Smith
Will say: "We need more space for Urban Myths"
And then I'll be no more. But until I'm nixed
I am the story of our modern politics,
Told by a 'pundit' - (which means his special vice is
Pestering folk with his advices).
Walt Lippmann, the grand-dad of pundits, said
More newspapermen had been ruin-ed
By self-importance than by booze
And this author, as you'll shortly see,
Gets through his day on nips of neat pomposity.
Forgive him. If you can't, fling me aloft -
But aim me, please, at something soft.
A Word from the Book, Ruling Britannia, Andrew Marr.