“Lycidas “ by John Milton (read by Tom O’Bedlam)

Well, it’s Lycidas, innit? Any fool can write vers libre. As Johnny says, “their lean and flashy songs grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw.“ I wasn’t looking at you, Carol. No pictures, no music, no water, no soda, no ice. This is like very old Glen Grant Speyside Single Malt Scotch Whisky You take it neat, as it comes.