The Minister of Transport issued this appeal to motorists: Can anyone give him a lift to Leicester?
I was what they call 'skinny fat' - a body that resembled a python after swallowing a goat.
I carry Yeats with me wherever I go. He's my constant companion. I always can find some comfort in Yeats no matter what the situation is. Months and months and months go by and I know I need to switch to Shelley or somebody else, but right now Yeats is enough for me.

