Author Archives: Dick Jones

For all those who, on receipt of yet another bloodless rejection email from a poetry mag, can manage little better in response than, “Kiss my arse, you bastards!”, here, with a little customisation applied, is the ultimate riposte. Dear… Thank … Continue reading →

Any who, like me, first encountered Chaucer as a member of that demonic team whose express creative purpose was to blight the lives of examinees between the ages of 16 & 18 (that bastard Shakespeare was another) will enjoy the … Continue reading →

Joan was a part of my life from my birth. Both my parents came from small families and from the earliest days of their marriage they collected around them various ‘waifs-and-strays’ who, long after their liberation back into the world, … Continue reading →

SMOKE, SMOKE THAT CIGARETTE by ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL A while back, The Independent reported Oxford professor of medical statistics and epidemiology Sir Richard Peto as stating at a cancer conference in Birmingham that one billion people will die from … Continue reading →

1. My earliest memory comes from around the age of 18 months. I was standing up inside my cot and my father came into the room with a ginger biscuit for me. As he approached the cot he tripped and … Continue reading →

When I was 16 and the proud possessor of a vast black turtleneck jumper, a pair of 15”-bottom black jeans and army boots with blood-red laces, I went to a jazz-and-poetry concert in Leeds. I can’t remember now how we … Continue reading →

…as my Granny used to say. We’re back from Trefin and the very beautiful Pembrokeshire coastline. Sisyphus will now continue to ascend…

Away for a couple of weeks. A dodgy West Wales connection so comment responses and new posts on my return.