January by Henry Wardsworth Longfellow

Janus Am I, oldest of potentates, ford I look, and backward, and below, I count as God

of avenues and gates, the years that through my portals come and go. I block the roads and

drift the fields with snow. I chase the wildfowl from the frozen

van. My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow. My fires light up the hearts and hearts of men.

David, those were the words of the American poets from Portland, Maine, where he was called.

19th century poets, Henry Wardsworth Longfellow, with his poem called January, which I thought was

rather beautiful. Did you enjoy those? I did enjoy that. Yeah, I particularly enjoyed the reading.

And the music, maybe, and the music was. The music kind of gives it a third dimension.

Yeah, the music like that. So we'll come to the reading in a second because that's, I think,

of great significance. And also, thereby hangs a tale. There's a little story, right? But the music,

I think. So that music was by Sibelius, and it was his Andante, I can't remember. And Dante

something. But it's one of those tracks of music where you can kind of put it under anything

and it will enhance it. So actually, we could have prolonged it throughout the length and breadth

of this entire podcast. And it would have been. And it reminded me slightly of my father-in-law

about 10 years ago when I first introduced him to Nando's source, medium, medium. That's a good

segment. Medium, perry, perry sauce, you know, just medium chili sauce. And I think I can't

remember what the dish macaroni cheese or something like that or chips. He put it on when he was

around at Oz, when he just dribbled a bit on there. And then he put his knife fork down and declared.

I'm bearing mind he was in his sort of late sixies at the time. He said, so now I've discovered this,

I'm going to have Nando's source with everything for the rest of my life. And ladies and gentlemen,

never strives far, is brought to you by Nando's. See, that's how you do an advert.

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