Tag: Pickwick Papers

Grumblin’ Jock Spruce considers…



matters of style and technique, approaches, points of view and sacred, boxed in genre put me right
first thing in the morning. Most days listen for a convenient excuse to be deterred and wonder why you feel desperate and frustrated!
Last night was the coldest of this year. All the vulnerable people are dead. Time for a new start— sounds harsh,
that’s the way the cookie crumbles when posh comes to shove. I look forward with rage to the slender frozen sea and contemplate the seasons
try not to be such a smartass playing with stolen uranium or Persephone will hang around for long, infertile weeks
dialogue is all you have in an oral culture, says the radio to itself and move on to what’s trending on social media
the Scriblerus Club convenes on the Mall for its Festive knees-up and annual not much to report but Grenfell now

rain stops play

Wackford Squeers

Pinball and Dickens, it will rain soon: the window will be shut.

Our hero is unwashable.

His father done bad investments.

Cold uncle with the sneery clerk do not help.

What is worse is that is he must go

faraway from this familiar terror

work for Squeers and dwell in his world.

Back in London the dirty oiks cheered him

on his way and gave him a letter.

he did not read it, forgot it.

We worry about him.

He drops the letter, retrieves it from the carriage floor

and reads:

‘…you can come at night. My spilling has gone with my wallies. Pops.’




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