“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off- then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can”

An old paperback version sits on my shelf and every so often I will delve into it. Under Milk wood for me captures the true beauty of life and the wonderment of words, describing characters, with such detail. As quiet as a mouse, Bible black. I have it on vinyl too, the original BBC recording with the mighty Richard Burton, and a full Welsh cast. Everyone should have a copy.

When Ronan first mooted this idea for a column I was delighted – even more so to get the chance to throw in my tuppence worth. So here it is my ‘Things I Keep Going Back to…”
Before I begin I just want to clarify something. As someone who is constantly online and trawling blindly through […]

 
This is a series where different people in the creative world show a few websites, books etc that refills their creative well when it’s running dry or acts as a midwife to ideas. It is not a comprehensive critical analysis of the featured item
 
Ronan Leonard, the creator of this feature, will take the reins for […]