Wave after wave, each mightier than the last
Till last, a ninth one, gathering half the deep
And full of voices, slowly rose and plunged
Roaring, and the all the wave was in a flame.
People may recognise this as part of the poem The Coming of Arthur by Alfred Lord Tennyson. It is also on the Kate Bush track The Ninth Wave (Hounds of Love album). As part of Kate's recent tour, these bits of confetti cascaded onto the audience and duly collected by her fans. I was lucky that my friend Di was there and managed to get a few, one of which she gave to me. It is infinitely precious and I am blessed with an amazing friend - thank you Di Andrews xxx
