And Crom Cruach laughs…

It’s Poe. I know it best from Orson Welles recitation at the start of the Alan Parsons Project’s tales of
Mystery and Imagination.

I was reminded of this quote this morning: "Without music or an intriguing idea, colour becomes pallor, man becomes carcass, home becomes catacomb, and the dead are but for a moment motionless."

That’s a great book.

It's Poppy Hedgepig.

I’m here for you, like a sad-angry monkey.

I can do this, doesn’t even have to be pinballs.

I thought Sutcliff was the immortal Boudicca's pen-name. (Sutcliff.)

She was born in the same village as my (not-so) local, we're going there this evening.