Sunday, 15 December 2013

One morn I missed him on the customed hill

I'm afraid that yet another person, having made an appearance in this blog, has subsequently ceased to be. As Thomas Gray said - admittedly in a different poem to the more famous one from which this posting's title is taken - "Alas, regardless of their doom the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, nor cares beyond today."


So farewell then Peter O'Toole; and if I was in the blog's list of most featured characters (that would be you then Peter and James) then I'd be arranging insurance and writing a will.

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