Ron's rages are sincere and — according to his wife — healthily cathartic. But can these splenetic outbursts loosen the grip of capitalism at its most monstrous?
Nativity
by GILLIAN MELLOR
All the little humans were graded by size and behaviour
in the small assembly hall decked out
as the Large Hadron Collider.
Walls were plastered with tin foil and draped
with copper tinsel. Accurate? Who knows,
but Mrs Boyle hadn’t had so much fun in years.
Today we’ll be hearing about the detection
of the Higgs Boson said the headmistress. The God Particle
was Martin’s cue to begin: And it came to pass
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