serious things

I do know they still exist! News items flash by like lampposts out of a speeding - well - bus, but faster. I wanted to write about the Pope's impossible speech/es, the saga of Tyrrells crisps and evil supermarket barons Tesco ("a victory of David over Goliath"), that letter last week about the state of childhood today, and oh I forget what. I'm reading the essays and letters of Charles Lamb, and there was a longish passage I wanted to quote, about Work. I just finished writing a review of the poet Dorothy Molloy's second, posthumous collection (Gesthemene Day, Faber), and I am pleased because I think I managed to say what I think about the book. But now I must to bed. I promise, when awake, not to write about clothes for a little.