Are you by any chance suggesting that I haven't entered both halves?!

Nell L. Wregible

You can say that again. He was Maud (sic) Gracechurch, A. Boteman, Wayne Sidesaddle, B. Mooring and a whole host of others. I went on his barge once. It was dominated by a huge projection screen (he was so short-sighted he was registered as blind) so he could see what had been sent him. He also, and I know this not politically correct, but it was comical at the time, mistook Fiona Pitt-Kethley for a hat-stand, and gave her chase for a bit round the local pub.

But the bigger winner was Martin Fagg. It was said that he had once won every entry in a Spectator Comp under five different pseudonyms. I can't remember them all, but he was certainly Molly Fitton and Rufus Stone (a Dorset village), and there were at least twenty of him.

Bill

Thisis all a bit in the English reminiscence mode, but why not. These competitions may be one of our most lasting literary monuments. 1. Was Martin Fagg in fact a Shrewsbury schoolmaster? 2. It's true: Fiona Pitt-Kethley did (does?) look a bit like a hat-stand when you would have thought she'd look like the blowsy version of Diana Dors. She gave me marsala and fruit-cake once and proved to have a very sound classical education. Her house in Hastings had the Pompeii mosaic of the dog with cave canem set into the hall floor. For our transatlantic readers, Fiona Pitt-Kethley, as well as being a competition winner (as was her mother Olive, with whom she lived) enjoyed a certain brief but considerable fame as a priapic poet and quarrelled publicly with the Faber Martian poet, Craig Raine, about whether he had, or had not, actually read any of her poetry collection 'Sky Ray Lolly' before turning it down. I interviewed her for a Sunday newspaper and used to possess her notorious book, but I seem to have lost it. It sold very well, better than any of mine and, I suspect, better than any of Craig's too, but mine was (I stoutly aver) a review one. As a poet she was (I thought) over fond of the unrhymed iambic pentameter. She edited a book of dirty verse and prose which was (again I thought) not as good as mine. 3. I met Roger Woddis (another doughty comp winner) in a London bookshop, a dissatisfied man. Perhaps it was his failure to make it with the TLS crowd. Perhaps it was just his politics.

Not sure, but he did teach at a private school. He lived in Chichester Cathedral, but maybe that was when he'd retired. I've remembered another of his pseudonyms: Tim O'Dowda.

And another of EO Parrott's: Harrison Everard.

And Roger's pseudonym was Naomi Marks.

Bill

Isn't this the same person who turned up as Felicity Shagwell at the Ossuary book club in Kilkenny dressed in a tutu and a green bandana, or was it a green tutu and a banana? My memory hasn't served me well since I floundered ashore from the Lusitania and was brought up by the nuns in Swastica House in Cork. But I digress- I never met a man with a barge, it must be a moving experience.
Do women have them?

Lord, Rig us live chat, prayed Vergilius, then
After Dante had anted an ode and pressed “send”
Ah, Pops, IMs Sappho, I’m soooo not impressed,
Uh, moans Housman, discreetly, it’s far from your best,
I’m afraid, twits Ruth Pitter, It’s rather tripe, truth,
Arch-Hyena Turd! flames forth from Hayden Carruth,
And, tweets Andre Breton, it is so barren-toned,
scumming, types Cummings (who’s probably stoned),
Pure boor trek and drek, texts irate Rupert Brooke,
Didn’t ogle! crowed Coleridge, Not worth a look!
Rote stench cables Chesterton, full of dismay,
It’s a sham, arty go, skypes in sad Thomas Gray,
It was lavishly caned by a loud Vachel Lindsay,
Deemed insipidly hep by Sir Philip Sidney,
Sniffed James Merrill, obliquely, A smarmier jell,
Asked for help, Ogden Nash just gnashed, No, go to Hell!

Hugh Jest-Hampton

Hayden Carruth is unknown to me, and possibly to everyone else, but, that being said,I should say this one has a jolly good chance of thirty quid which is not quite as many dollars as it was not long ago. I should send it along, if I were you. I shall google Hayden Carruth.

I have done so.THIRTY books! I take it all back.

Congratulations to
 

'Frank' (are you Hugh or Frank?) and to John. So that's a 60% strike for Eratosphereans on the Speccie Anagram Hell, since I am in the mix, too.

I foolishly write a daily blog, so I've fulfilled my promise about showing my workings - if you go to

http://billgreenwell.wordpress.com/2...m-competition/

you can read my failed entries!

best wishes

Bill

Thanks for the announcement, Bill, and congratulations to you and to John Whitworth.

I hope the memo on my ₤25 check reads "Notorious Anagram Competition" - I'll frame it.

'Hugh Jest-Hampton' was a botched attempt at an English-sounding nom de plume, with a nod toward Captain Hugh Jampton.

Frank

Ooh! Rah! Gutsy garcons!
(Hooray! Congrats guys!)

--A Minor