Listen. The thudding, bouncy-soled footfalls of the rabbly- boys are retreating. Out of the hazy fug of Summer blooms and honeysweet funks of atomised scent go the bonny girls of the Year of Eleven- all imbibed and annointed to ensnare the football-shod boyo’s! Listen, for all is silent, but for the ticky- cooling hot electronics … More In caffeinated praise of Dylan Thomas. Words from an exhausted English teacher, surviving on coffee, during morning break.
There is a haven, a few scant miles from my abode. A time machine of text. Crammed rafter-high with both relics and rookies in paper and hardback form. ‘The Book Barn’. Sign emblazoned with the tagline ‘Over 1 Million Books.’ Quite a claim. One that is true. The place is vast. VAST. A warehouse of … More Book Barn exploration