Part the Seventh: of the thoughts of the Rt Hon member for the 18th century, Jacob Preece-Fogge. Country gent. I awoke this morning from a nightmare of Corbyn becoming Prime […]
Language and good literature are like fine wine upon the lips. I cannot imagine a life without the written word. It`s the music which keeps the orchestra in my head playing on an endless loop of pleasure. Give me a book to read, and I`m as happy as a French man who has invented a pair of self removing trousers.