I fell in love with Thomas’ writing as a teenager. Like Thomas, I was born in Wales. I was born the year he died. In my youth I felt a deep connection with him on many levels, including, a shared Celtic blackness and a liking for grog. In my very small library I have a copy of Deaths and Entrances, two early editions of Collected Poems 1934 – 1952, the definitive The Poems of Dylan Thomas (with a CD of Thomas reading some of his own work), Under Milk Wood, Dylan Thomas in America and Fitzgibbon’s The Life of Dylan Thomas. I confess to having named my daughter Caitlin after his wife.