Of Buses, Bombs and Bartholdy – Clare Morris.
Of Buses, Bombs and Bartholdy
I love allusions – can’t get enough of them. Put it this way, if allusions were gallons of bath water, I’d wallow in them up to my oxters and beyond. There’d be no stopping me: a passing reference to The Wreck of the Deutschland, an affectionate nod to Sea Fever, oh yes, splish splosh, pass me my rubber duck and bath bombs, honey, it’s going to be a long (and very enjoyable) night.
Maybe it’s the getting the reference (or even the joke) that attracts me; a k...