I'm Sorry to hear about John Davies. Back in those days reaching this age was a million years away, but looking back, the seventies were just a few years ago.

Hi Les, I live in the Walton area and work at a college teaching, wait for it....................Business & Management, workers of the world unite, you have nothing to lose but your enthusiasm. It sounds worse than it is, the main task is to encourage them to think for themselves.

Here's my poem for today, filched from today's Guardian as a postscript to an article by Aditya Charabortty:


David Musgrave's poem in the latest New Yorker, titled "On the inevitable decline into mediocrity of the popular musician who attains a comfortable middle age": In its entirety it reads, 'Oh Sting, where is thy death?'"