Everything was twice repeated, Sometimes more than twice repeated, As they worked through the agenda (It seemed elastic, that agenda, Becoming longer, never shorter), Their utterances grew long, not shorter, It was just like spreading butter.

My life may be much happier to-morrow Hunger and love that press against the body, The two eternal needs we recognise, Desires that so relentlessly pursue one,…

The back streets of Fulham, Yorkshiremen in pub gardens, a laboratory rabbit, office friendships, a cutting, a quotation - anything can start him off, and when…

Miss Twye was soaping her breasts in the bath When she heard behind her a meaning laugh And to her amazement she discovered A wicked man in the bathroom cupboa…