Classic Dylan Thomas prose and poetry, revealing his immense creativity and imagery in his familiar dolorous voice (it says a lot that his voice is still familar more that sixty years after his death).

That he lived for many years in Larne, in my home country of Northern Ireland, was news to me and I enjoyed the writings from that time. However, my favourites are the prose sketches remembering life from a specific time and place that is captured perfectly in "The Outing", a hilarious charabanc trip to Porthcawl that becomes a pub crawl without ever reaching the intended destination.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ( )