WEEKLY FAYRE – Monday, 26th July 2021

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d
His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on’t! ah fie! ’tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:

WEEKLY FAYRE – Monday, 19th July 2021

“Room after room,

I hunt the house through

We inhabit together.

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her—

Next time, herself!—not the trouble behind her

Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!

As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:

WEEKLY FAYRE – Monday, 12th July 2021

“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;

Or close the wall up with our English dead.

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man

As modest stillness and humility:

But when the blast of war blows in our ears,

Then imitate the action of the tiger;

WEEKLY FAYRE – Monday, 5th July 2021

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

WEEKLY FAYRE – Monday, 28th June 2021

“Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

WEEKLY FAYRE – Monday, 21st June 2021

“I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.


I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide


During the late 20th Century, Sir Ken Morrison’s name as a top retailer was folklore anywhere North of the Trent. Sir Ken expanded the family grocery business – William Morrison – in to the fourth largest supermarket in the UK, once he had acquired Safeway in 2003 for £3.5 billion. Safeway was the key to Morrison’s Kingdom, providing the Bradford based operation with countrywide access. Safeway’s heartland was in the South of England. The Takeover Panel sat on this deal for all but ten months.








WEEKLY FAYRE – Monday, 14th June 2021

When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away;
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.

WEEKLY FAYRE – Monday, 7th June 2021


“Out in the dark over the snow

The fallow fawns invisible go

With the fallow doe;

And the winds blow

Fast as the stars are slow.


Stealthily the dark haunts round

And, when the lamp goes, without sound

At a swifter bound

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