Earlier this year in Botswana Southern Africa I read poetry on stage with a London writer who read this entire Richard Pryor section as if it were his own original construct. Read more [...]

On another matter but relevant to this week i was asked a few months ago to write a poem about Darwin as it is the 20th anniversary of his birth on Feb 12th next year. I linked Darwin with the theme of Climate Change connecting to my recent sojourn to The Arctic and wrote a poem called What if . The piece is to be filmed for The Channel Four TV Series, three minute wonder. So on the hoof we put the poem to music and it’s worked. If all goes well we’ll be filming it next week. Read more [...]

But If what I am doing right now is getting back in the car and retreating from Beachy Head then there should be some interesting blog posts to come. You, the reader and the passenger in my car will I hope enjoy the views to come rather than worry about my gear shifts. Still, if you treat this post as a careful look over the engine. Could you put your seat belt on please. Chugger Chugger brumm brumm. Read more [...]

I hear that you can get the BNP Membership List by clicking here. Read more [...]

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I shall write today. Because there is little else I do well. That is not to say that I write well all the time. You’ll see from the blog that at times I write badly. But I shall write all the same because I badly need to write. It’s who I am. Read more [...]

The Motorbike pipped his horn but the drunk guy panicked, didn’t know which way to turn and ran into the path of the motorbike. It was a big motorbike. The bike rider flipped over the handle bars and onto the pavement while his bike hurtled towards me, stopping a foot or so away. Read more [...]

Tonight I read at Bookslam in Notting Hill, Westbourne Park, with the incredible Mark Thomas. He was brilliant and so too the other guest, the singer.  But I am tired and I think it shows in my reading. Read more [...]

Tonight I read at The South Bank in The Blue Room which was full. It was my book launch, sort of. It wasn’t really a launch, it was a reading and a talk, part of Poetry International. For the first time I saw Washing Lines an exhibition of poems on washing lines in a darkened room filled with music on the subject of Freedom of Expression. The audience walk into the room with a torch and discover the poems. It is performance poetry at its best. Read more [...]

The day begins in Leamington Spa. It snowed last night. I stayed at Eclipse a gorgeous boutique hotel. By 9.45am I am reading on stage in a college at a conference for arts and kids in care.  It’s Read more [...]