I’m up at 5.30am and cycle to Kings Cross for the 7.30am train. East midlands line: Arrive Nottingham at nine. Berko Berkovitch meets me at the station. He’s a mine of information and a mountainous spirit. There are caves beneath the city that were used to transport bodies to the graveyard during the plague. The city was a kind of conveyor belt for the living and the dead. Today they’re inhabited by homeless people: I’m tempted to put my ear to the ground on the high street – There should be a dumb waiter from Nando’s. Stories like this make me love England.
We make it to Nottingham Playhouse where Mouthy Poets are performing tonight due to an incredible woman called Deborah “Debris” Stevenson. I work with them on style and technique throughout the day. Mouthy poets are special. These photographs say it all. I wish I could do more. Actually I can. Hey Mouthy Poets. I’ll do a free Masterclass for you. Expenses only. If you’re interested talk to me via the comments below. The pictures were taken at 11pm after the performance. Both are shot by Miselo.