when the chips are down, the Sole is the sauce of all things. No matter how fast you pedal, you can never ketchup

A blinder, Rhub! Just what I needed after reading that Rupert Brooke. Sorry, I know it's true to human nature, but I don't like to dwell on the "caged animal" syndrome that can set in at certain points in life.

I recall reading some Rupert Brooke that was more inspiring, though still sad. Poignant but not self-mutilating. Have to see if I can track it down, although I'm sure Jackie can find something to fit the bill.

belM, I think Brooke was a First World War poet (same vintage as Wilfred Owen), though I can't swear to that.

Corrections please, Jackie?