“What are you doing out there
in the garden? It’s freezing cold
and you’re only wearing your flimsy
nightdress. I know you want to see
the first snowdrops. You’ll catch
your death. The snowdrops can wait.
Come inside or your breasts
Will go blue.
I said, come back inside and warm
yourself by the fire. Then you’ll
turn pink, my lovely pink-breasted woman.”
By Graham Ackroyd
Monty (711 Posts)Monty Munford has more than 15 years' experience in mobile, digital media, web and journalism. He is the founder of Mob76, a company that helps tech companies raise money and exit. He speaks regularly at global media events with a focus on Africa, writes a weekly column for The Telegraph, is a regular contributor to The Economist, Wired, Mashable and speaks regularly on the BBC World Service.