Apocalypse now or never?

The only poem I managed to memorise as a child was The Thinker by Anthony Delius. It features a depressed cricket who strolls gloomily around the rim of a toilet bowl, pondering the meaning of it all. Every so often vast and terrifying things happen in the toilet, featuring “a great roaring, an apocalypse ofContinue reading “Apocalypse now or never?”