Snippets: March 2005 Archives

Thank you to those readers who have taken the time to observe that my cycling Great Britain logos have been replaced by a big and beautiful cock.

                                                         Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
                                                         Why dost thou thus,
                                          Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?
                                          Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
                                                         Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
                                                         Late schoolboys, and sour prentices,
                                                Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
                                                Call country ants to harvest offices,
                                          Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,
                                          Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time