Monday, 12 August 2013
Only in Britain
So Absolute Radio in England was collecting listeners' memories of their dead dogs (as you do), and someone got the idea of putting these to music and making a loopy video. Would this happen anywhere else?
Be to her, Persephone, All the things I might not be; Take her head upon your knee. She that was so proud and wild, Flippant, arrogant and free, She that had no need of me, Is a little lonely child Lost in Hell, -- Persephone, Take her head upon your knee; Say to her, "My dear, my dear, It is not so dreadful here." - Edna St Vincent Millay