My old friend Tom has taken time off from his job as fiction reviewer in “Sheep Gelding Fortnightly” to request more literary discussion here.
My old friend Mark has suggested that readers should abandon me and head over to Boris’s page to tell him what a buffoon he is.
My new friend David has shown an interest in Coleridge.
My new friend Pavlov has read every book ever published.
Someone, I think it was Raincoaster, said that they seriously disliked the works of Mr Fforde.
In the face of this obvious gap, I submit the following subject for discussion.
“The Poet Keats: Twat or what?”