I used to think I would never again know fear the same way that I did when I attended Mr. Kilter’s third form poetry class. Ye gods, he was a cruel man and child hater, an uninhibited Scotsman who tortured us by insisting that Robert Burns must be learned and recited on command. I am not sure if any of my loyal readers had to endure anything like that but if you did not, then fortune smiled upon you.
Month: July 2014 (Page 1 of 2)
I had just settled myself deep into my green wingback by the bay window for a post- prandial martini the other day at the club (the Home of homes) when a fellow mem hove into sight and plunked himself down.
Politically Correctness. Ok, ok, I know I should not be writing something titled PC as somehow this will cost me a friend or two, but after all this guff about politically correctness, somebody has to say something. And here it is: Not every culture deserves our respect. In fact a great number of them are poisonous.
Have you ever noticed that the more one dislikes someone, the more they want to be familiar?