Now in her dotage, Nell Quinn feels that her life experiences, with six offspring and numerous moves and jobs, and her hobby of chronicling everything, have made this book of poems more or less inevitable.
She likes to think that, for all the doom, her sense of humour comes out in her rhymes.
Oh! What a sorry stateWe’re in, Britannia’s fate:No longer great, but cool!The trumpets blare new rules,Empire days of pride innateAnd long-slain dragons out of date.St George is dead.Long live the fools.(‘Cool Britannia’)A PROFUSION OF CONCLUSIONSA COLLECTION OF REFLECTIONSFROM LIFE EXPERIE...