This is an evening of poetry, administration and rum. An unusual combination, perhaps, but one I feel is working quite well. I have just submitted Heaney’s Beowulf for the Manchester International Poetry Competition, we’ll see how he get’s on, the little bugger and the complete works of Emily Dickinson to the North’s “poems on a stamp” competition.
In other news Liam Fox is an unprincipled bastard.
…and, if you do have some spare time this weekend you could do an awful lot worse than go to the Arts Trail in Staithes. If you do, go say hello to Ian.