September 27th, 2009 |
The Ballad of Barlow Burton
On the outskirts of a market town
the sort they no longer build
there’s a snaking road called Barb’s Belt
where time is often killed.
The bright idea of some Tory peer
when London overspilled.
Where the shit is in the details:
the quality of the hops;
the sad state of the pavements;
the attitude of cops;
the streaks of piss [...]
September 26th, 2009 |
Last minute gig addition.
I’m doing Nabokov’s Present: Tense tomorrow night. I’ve done this gig before. You have a week to write (in my case, though other artists direct, draw, dance) about the biggest news story of the previous week. Our topic this time round is the tragic case of [...]