Recent content by Sir Richard

Bristols a nice city, it's pretty big, the area around it is great, it's got lots of things to do (and it also has it's bad parts). London's the capital city so there's no comparison. There's no city like London - anywhere! (Unless perhaps it's Paris). What terrorists?

Here's something to put in your mind, then. It's unrequited love, the young mans career and his business of the day just flying away 'cos he admires the girl from afar so very much. (He's in a strange business, catching birds, but it used to be a living at one point). It's still cheerful, too...

Here's something to put in your mind, then. It's unrequited love, the young mans career and his business of the day just flying away 'cos he admires the girl from afar so very much. (He's in a strange business, catching birds, but it used to be a living at one point). It's still cheerful, too...

Here's something to put in your mind, then. It's unrequited love, the young mans career and his business of the day just flying away 'cos he admires the girl from afar so very much. (He's in a strange business, catching birds, but it used to be a living at one point). It's still cheerful, too...

The expression "Sex sells" surely won't be new to you? The media reflects the interests of the society it serves; it has to, since otherwise no-one would pay for it. A more fundamental question, then, might be "Why is society obsessed with sex?" - but then that would be much more obvious...

I'll give you a few thoughts on it, but explanation? It's a happy and sunny poem that turns dark. All the revellers in the sunny sea, carefree and cavorting as they might be, fail to think about the power of the waves and that the storm will sweep them and their little lives away; that's the...

I'll give you a few thoughts on it, but explanation? It's a happy and sunny poem that turns dark. All the revellers in the sunny sea, carefree and cavorting as they might be, fail to think about the power of the waves and that the storm will sweep them and their little lives away; that's the...

I'll give you a few thoughts on it, but explanation? It's a happy and sunny poem that turns dark. All the revellers in the sunny sea, carefree and cavorting as they might be, fail to think about the power of the waves and that the storm will sweep them and their little lives away; that's the...

Deep huh? *lol* OK, I'll give you angst and despair and no-way-out. (Serve you right). Hang on tight. Confusion is the colour of the car you left in. Beige, tan, rust and gone. Confusion smells like the waft of perfume that remained. I opened all the windows. I wanted to break them...

Deep huh? *lol* OK, I'll give you angst and despair and no-way-out. (Serve you right). Hang on tight. Confusion is the colour of the car you left in. Beige, tan, rust and gone. Confusion smells like the waft of perfume that remained. I opened all the windows. I wanted to break them...

I liked "Turning into a Butterfly" least, but I lapped the rest up gratefully thanks. He's a very talented man, as is Yang Zongze who I think is Taiwanese, and responsible for these excellent and colloquial translations (if I've read the material in the attached link correctly). He's good!

10 points eh? Woah! I'm in! Here you go - with an attempt at humour. Ever since I was small I was no good at all, At spelling or rhyming or English. I dreaded all Shelley, and Byron and Keats, And I thought that old Shakespeare was fiendish! And who was this Chaucer? With rhymes that you...

What's a lamp? Like Aladdins? It's a rubbing thing? I don't get it. I'm going to say No it isn't weird, since we all want to re-live our youth. Every now and then I want to dress up as a Louis the Fourteenth chest of drawers, for instance.

We can blame the French. If we hadn't stolen the French word "environs" (meaning "surroundings") to base the word upon, we'd have not had to cope with that hideous extra "n". The Greek word for "surroundings" is "Geo", and I think perhaps we could have done better if we'd used it. Perhaps by...

We can blame the French. If we hadn't stolen the French word "environs" (meaning "surroundings") to base the word upon, we'd have not had to cope with that hideous extra "n". The Greek word for "surroundings" is "Geo", and I think perhaps we could have done better if we'd used it. Perhaps by...