William Gladys

Profile. William Gladys is the pen name of Brian Rayner, first book Monarchy:Politics of Tyranny & Denial, an illustrated satirical critique of absolutism in Britain in the 21st.century.player. Hobbies: reviewing poetry, playing blues on trumpet. Re-reader of poetry by Sylvia Plath, T.S.Eliot and Robert Frost and the prose of Ambrose Bierce, and Emile Durkheim. Educated at Cardiff University Wales, where he graduated with a BA hons (in English Literature.) william.gladys@tiscali.co.uk

Unrequited Love Requited

Dutchman Pieter Koop, a fifty seven years old importer of Dutch fine chocolates, Dutch fine cigars, and Dutch fine cheeses, died suddenly, while working late one evening in his well stocked warehouse Everything Dutch, in central London. His widow Imelda, as sole beneficiary in his will, suddenly found herself extremely wealthy, and for the first time in her life financially independent. In a position to do as she pleased, she decided after much thought, to let her large property in Kew, West London, and move, along with sundry books, a bountiful supply of good German Mosel, and her Russian Blue cat Machiavelli, to Cno Cailean, a remote cottage on the North West coast of Scotland. Machiavelli had been carried around London in a specially adapted back pack for years, along with Imelda’s emergency kit; a small torch, mobile phone, first aid box, lightweight binoculars, notebook and pencil, and half a litre of Scotch whisky. “The whisky is for remedial needs, and the book, pencil and binoculars for ornithological purposes”, she would tell her friends, although her fascination with native flora and fauna, especially birds was common knowledge to all those who knew her well.

The Peace Seekers Dream

And in my dream I was sat in a crusty old place in London, England called The House of Lords. It was there I witnessed curious old men and curious old woman wearing lurid cob web covered red capes with collars of rabbit skin. And some wore quaint little wigs and quaint ballerina type tights, and some drooled from the corner of their mouths, and I was overcome with so much laughter my belly nearly burst with it and my ribs cracked! And the high ceiling room was crammed with them, and when they spoke I heard a great exhalation of hollow words accompanied by vast quantities of odious gas - Hot Air - and I was almost overcome with the stench! And they were heavily bloated with their own self importance and each one was full of hypocrisy and dung!

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