Archive for March 7th, 2003

Chard Whitlow (Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Evening Postscript) As we get older we do not get any younger. Seasons return, and today I am fifty-five, And this time last year I was fifty-four, And this time next year I shall be sixty-two. And I cannot say I should like (to speak for myself) To see my […]

Aaron Haspel | Posted March 7, 2003 @ 9:55 PM | Poetry

Peter Briffa is giving up his prime source of idiocy, the Grauniad (such a shame he can’t click this), for Lent, so he says. Cinderella, unable to quit himself, has settled for taunting Briffa. He’s running a pool for when Briffa will crack. All losers must link, humbly, to the winner. Get your entry in […]

Aaron Haspel | Posted March 7, 2003 @ 12:06 PM | Blogs