So here we are at the end of 2014 (NO 2015) and we all know what that means, it means folk standing out on street corners shouting and letting off fireworks hugging strangers as they pass and singing that old traditional Scottish song that no one knows the words too. But luckily most folk are a bit merry and will not be aware that instead of singing the correct words the Masses are singing . . . . . . .
2015 was the year of trying to convince that nice Mrs JK Rowling I am an interesting alternative Poet, only it did not go well . . . I suspect that play . . . The Cursed Child. . . . may be a hint at what see thinks about my words of Rhyme which sneak up on her from time to time
A Happy New Year to you all