'kin ell, the hot Aussie chick who gor deaded in London bridge had tickets to the

[Sir C]

Poetry? Who reads poetry in this day and age?

Mind you, Hardy's hardly a bag of lols. Although Jude got so relentlessly depressing that it went through the other side and became funny.

Mental, ain't she?

I read Casterbridge the last time we were away and it was pleasingly rural. I'm thinking of, wassername, the farming bird. With the shepherd geezer.