Antidote

So, astute readers (Hi Mam!) might remember this picture which went up last June - it came from my diary of ten years previous to that, and is an illustration from that entry which was the birthplace of one of my many many poems... That very poem I bring to you now, to listen to, available only when you click here...
It's not a love poem, so is kind of here as an antidote to the smushiness displayed here recently, it comes again thanks to the lovely brown bread mix tape people who made such lovely recordings on that infamous night of the wibbly voice, live at the Stag's head.
Another lovely night was the Glór Sessions last night, as always warmly MC'd by the great Stephen James Smith where us Poetry Divas had a most enjoyable night sharing our stuff with another one of the most generous crowds in town. (Not that they gave us anything, just that they were extra nice, which is nice) of course the free lollipops went down a treat as always. There's always great talent on show there, but the highlight for me was Keith Armstrong, a hilarious and captivating performer - he was a delight.