born on state highway 1

With regard to the subject matter of the previous blogtrawl post, I have rediscovered this esoteric and, to date, untitled bit of doggerel which I composed ex tempore a couple of years ago for a fellow-travelling Kropotkin crossword enthusiast: As the sharpener whets the pencil So the crossword does my mind Square by square its [...]

I wrote the following on Tuesday 27 April 2004: I have five cigarettes to last me till morning: But 18 bottles of beer The Kropotkin cryptic this week vexes me. The day today is Tuesday already and I still have two more clues to get. How utterly irksome. There is nothing more pathetic to me [...]