Mild And Bitter

‘In Utopia, Perfect Place Everything’s exactly right; No one’s virtuous or base, There is neither Day nor Night. But where everything is right Nothing’s left for which to fight’ So goes A P Herbert’s vision of Paradise, but whilst still this side of the pearly gates, the versatile APH finds plenty of subjects to satirize, criticize, lament and laugh over – be they such eternal preoccupations of gentlemen at cricket, smoking, privacy, speech day, or that most fearful duty of them all – being the father of the bride.