Water, Water Everywhere…
Nor any drop to drink. With apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge. I’m using just a tiny amount of his poem ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’ in the hope that this tiny amount, heavily diluted with my own words (and succussed when I bang my head on the keyboard in frustration, most likely) will prove to be more powerful than the original. Sounds like a load of old cock? It is – but so is homeopathy and still we have ‘water, water everywhere’. The latest example I’ve spotted is… Read the rest of this entry »
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