Let No Man Say

LET no man say that I am nearly done for. My head is bowed but not unduly bloody, And though my trousers are a trifle muddy, Mud, after all, is what the tweed was spun for. I have an ounce of gold; what is a ton for? The gem-encrusted Gaekwar on his gadi, The swart … Continue reading Let No Man Say


Heath, Wealth, Etc

WE WERE talking - rather loudly, I expect - about disease, poverty and ignorance, those notorious causes of war, when the very large man from the next table suddenly loomed over us. ‘Excuse me gents,’ he boomed. ‘Couldn’t help overhearing what you were saying.’ ‘Not at all,’ we said. HE TOOK a chair. ‘ ’Tain’t … Continue reading Heath, Wealth, Etc