`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. She gyred and gimbled down the steep
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The Prisoner in the TowerThe Prisoner in the Tower
The theme of the ‘Prisoner in the Tower’ has been on my mind a lot recently – well, ever since Stuart and Sue asked if I would create a three-part
The January ManThe January Man
“December man looks through the snow to let eleven brothers know . . . that they’re all a little older.” December is, finally, gone. There is a weariness about January.