If she were here she'd forget who she was, it's been so long, maybe nurse, a nanny, maybe a nun - Anon. A girl I met was willing to bet that she still lived on - Anon - but had packed it all in, the best verb, the right noun, for a life in the sun. A woman I knew kept her skull on a shelf in a room - Anon's - and swore that one day as she worked at her desk it cleared its throat as though it has something to get off its chest. But I know best - how she pa**ed on her pen like a baton down through the years, with a hey nonny hey nonny hey nonny no - Anon.