It's Xmas time again, that most painful time of the year for us old turkeys;
the omnipresent fear of impending death is always near.
This Xmas day will be the 42nd one when I'll be waking up alone,
feeling gingerly round my throat to make sure that my head's still on top of my neck
and my lifeless carcass isn't hanging upside down in the...
Thursday 8th December 2011 2:38 pm
Tags: old turkeys, sylvia plath's grave., Xmas time