Welcome! This is the website of Ralph Windle, who died on Easter Day 2019. Incontrovertibly much missed, Ralph had been suffering from myelofibrosis, a serious illness that he took lightly and fought valiantly. All he was and stood for remains a living testimony, nourishing life’s cycle of renewal.
Ralph had been busy since the 1980s, with his ovine alter ego Bertie Ramsbottom, bringing poetry into the alien worlds of business, work and other everyday realities – wrongly assumed by some to be beyond the pale of the creative muse.
As Ralph and Bertie had work as yet unpublished, including poems for children, socio-political satire and other material, his son Justin, partner Christine Elliott and other contributors will be refreshing these pages from time to time. Ralph’s and Bertie’s messages remain as fresh and compelling as when they were first created.
Myelofibrosis: If you wish to support the pioneering work that alleviated Ralph’s condition in his latter years, you can do so by making a donation to Professor Adam Mead’s Myelofibrosis Research. Ultimately, the aim to identify new treatments that can effectively eradicate and cure the disease. Cheques only, made payable to Oxford University and sent to: Professor Adam Mead, Churchill Hospital, Old Road, Oxford OX3 7LE.
Publishing and Other Correspondence: If you wish to make an enquiry, please email: email@example.com. We will endeavour to respond to genuine enquiries.
The more the media expand, the less we seem to understand. Some new light on why. view ›
A live, interactive blog encouraging all in our arts communities to engage more positively in the big issues of a changing world. view ›
Shining some poetic light on our business Great and Good. view ›
Some rather more personal and reflective poems. view ›
Bertie Ramsbottom’s poetic satires, from the books, FT columns and broadcasts which made him Poet Laureate of the Boardroom. view ›
His past and coming poetic musings on the curious rituals by which humans elect their leaders. view ›
‘Your felicitous muttonings’ as the great Frank Muir christened them, being a wise sheep’s reflections on human frailties. view ›