Gentlemen,

I have no wish to intrude upon private grief or enter into an equally private fight, but as a little boy my late Mother read me to sleep with the "Just so Stories". Were she still with us, she'd be kicking all round the pig hovel the arses of those who misquote RK.

It's cold "iron", not cold steel, as anyone with a grasp of the meaning of the poem (and a knowledge of metallurgical history) could attest.

Pray continue.

Eug

Last edited by eugene molloy; 10/09/16 12:12 PM.
Thank you, very kind. Mine's a pint