Bloomsbury

Virginia left with rocks in her pockets to the river, Duncan Grant painted naked sailors, John Maynard Keynes was goo goo over him before he developed his economic theories, Darwin and Dickens strolled its streets and squares, Bob Marley lived there for six months, Ricky Gervais only recently moved out.

And then there is...this. I made my poor sister take me to see this movie a good three or four times in 1971. Ironically, her daughter could pass for the leading lady, even prone to speaking in cockney from time to time.

All those toadstools were in my head when I wrote this about a year ago. It got a very mixed reaction, and I've not attempted verse in the nearly 12 months since.