These poems often rhyme, but never indulge in T.S. Eliot's or Archbishop Rowan's poetic obscurity, though they might perhaps have been a little less frank - they owe more to Browning's personal narratives, Larkin and Betjeman's sense of place. Written at the time, they offer a cheerfully homoerotic account of life in an enjoyably closed and mannered heterosexual College of Education in 1960s and '70s Cheltenham - an English spa town of semi-Alexandrian decadence. ... This is an honest account of the complications of affectionate lust in a very Establishment and officially Christian context - all very English.