Ráckeve

Johnny Valiant

Three hundred and seventy verses, 1480 lines, make for one hell of a long poem. But I read them all, cover to cover, the first

Read More »

Shaken not stirred

‘Wear a good bra’, she said seriously. ‘It’s the hév‘, I thought, ‘how bad can it be?’ One hour and fifteen minutes later, I was

Read More »