I Ought To Warn You That My

A Whispering And Watery Norfolk Sound Telling Of All The Moonlit Reeds Around.

History Must Not Be Written With Bias, And Both Sides Must Be Given, Even If There Is Only One Side.

And London Shops On Christmas Eve Are Strung With Silver Bells And Flowers As Hurrying Clerks The City Leave To Pigeon-haunted Classic Towers, And Marbled Clouds Go Scudding By The Many-steepled London Sky

Lovers Of Norfolk Churches Can Never Agree Which Is The Best And I Think One Is Either A Salle Or A Cawston Man.

Lord, Reserve For Me A Crown, And Do Not Let My Shares Go Down.