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I had a post planned (I know, it’s almost like I think about this sometimes). I wanted to mention that I think I’m fit enough to do the Race To The King next weekend. I wanted to mention the reading for Red Squirrel and being Zoom-bombed (not me personally, but the event)

I wanted to mention the four poems I had in two magazines that arrived this week, and week 2 of The Friday Poem being out, and a few other bits and pieces, but Saturday night I got a phone call from a friend to inform me that my dear friend Lorraine died. She had been very ill with cancer. I will miss her immensely.

My thoughts are with her family and friends back in Norfolk.

A total legend





THE WEEK IN STATS


39.5K , Some short and some longer runs to test my calf. I think it’s ok…
1 trip into town
1 hangover
0 x acceptance
0 rejection:
0 poems worked on
1 new Submissions: Northern Gravy
31 poems currently out for submission.
65 Published poems*: Was 66, but one was not used in the end, having been accepted.
44 Poems* finished by unpublished
27 poems* in various states of undress
554 Rejected poems* Eg I’ve decided they are not good enough
0 Review* Need to write one this week
3 reviews to write
4 weeks without cigarettes…
1 Days without drinking (if one glass of wine counts)
1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green

* To date, not this week. Christ!!

TITLE GIVEAWAY

Helium Balloon Tank

READ/SEEN/HEARD/ETC

Read
Stand

Music

The Archers
Johnny Flynn & Robert Macfarlane: Lost In The Cedar Wood
Martina Topley-Bird: Quixotic
Mercury Rev: Snowflake Midnight
Joe Wong: Nite Creatures
Badly Drawn Boy: Have You Fed The fish?
The Octopus Project: Memory Mirror
Field Music: Making A New World
Pearls Before Swine: Balaklava
Jimbo Mathus & Andrew Bird: These 13
One Little Plane: Into The Trees
Kikagaku Moyo: Masana Temples
Barry McGuire: Have You Heard
Cursive: The Storms of Early Summer
Molly Sarlé: Karaoke Angel
Arctic Monkeys: Whatever People Say…, Who The Fuck Are Arctic Monkeys?, Favourite Worst Nightmare, Humbug, AM, Suck It And See, Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino 
The Rolling Stones: Aftermath
The Starry Tides: One Lit Window
Scarce:Deadsexy
Collections of Colonies of Bees: Flocks, Customer, Hawaii, 
Collossal Squid: Swungert
Cowboy Junkes: All this Reckoning, At The Ends of Paths Taken 
The Essex Green: Hardly Electronic
REM: Green, Document, Reveal
My Bloody Valentine: Loveless, MBV


TV/Film

Mare of Easttown: E3-7
Waking The Dead S4E1-7
England V Croatia

Zooms, etc
Red Squirrel Fundraiser for the Lit & Phil

Radio/Podcasts
None

Ordered
Various running things (Sock, Anti-chafing cream, collapsable cup) 

Arrived
Various running things (Sock, Anti-chafing cream, collapsable cup) 

A Lol favourite…


That Friday (poem) Feeling


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It’s finally here…well, Friday has been and gone(I started this on Friday for a change), but The Friday Poem is here. I made some vague reference to it a couple of weeks ago, something about getting in on the ground floor, but let’s ignore that.

Here’s the closest they get to a manifesto in the first editorial on the site

We are not aligned to any particular school or type of poetry. Long or short, old or new, lyric, narrative or dramatic, from haikus to epics, from sonnets to soliloquies, from ballads to blank verse, it’s all good. Poetry can be political, elegiac, prophetic, obscure, but it must be honest (by which we don’t mean autobiographical) and crafted. The poetry we love is arresting, felt. Submit yours. Surprise us.

We want The Friday Poem to be accessible to everyone. This means it must be free to read. It means we have made the site work for blind people and people with impaired vision, through — for example — underlined links, semantic headings (read about semantic structure here), alt text and and high contrast. It also means we welcome contributions from anyone. (It’s traditional to stick a list in here — any gender, any colour, any sexuality etc, but we just mean anyone.)

Will you just look at that…In fact, do that now…go and look at it and subscribe, and then come back here.


Have a read of Meg Peacocke’s glorious poem. I’m not pulling bits of that out, just go back and read it again


Helen Ivory on finding and reacting to her voice. I’m pleased to see Helen is an All About Eve fan – I have fond memories of their first album (and I’m morally obliged to mention that TOTP appearance).

Before there was an ‘online’. I just knew that it felt somehow like solid earth; somewhere I could live, even though it sounds ethereal. And then she went homeward, just one star awake . . . you can use language like this?! Two others on the album are In the Clouds, and Wild-Hearted Woman, which of course spoke to me in my crimson velvet skirts and aura of patchouli. I was different, always a bit out-of-kilter, and this song, this album, made me feel part of something bigger, and that there was something else out there. Julieanne Regan’s voice is within my range too, so of course I’ll sing along with this song — with all of their songs — at the drop of a black velvet witch hat!

Helena Nelson’s interview. There’s much to love in every response (and question for that matter), but I will highlight this bit.

Yes, ranking poetry is highly subjective. But that doesn’t mean people can’t explain their aesthetic and their choice in considerable detail. As sometimes they do. And other readers don’t necessarily agree, any more than they did about Tracey Emin’s Bed.

Bruno Cooke on Joelle Taylor: “Done right, poetry serves as many purposes as there are flavours of ice cream.”

Reviews by
Richie McCaffery of Rob Selby’s excellent The Coming Down Time
Hilary Menos on Bhanu Kapil’s How To Wash A Heart
Some fool on Will Harris’ Rendang
Emma Simon on Chris Jones’ Little Piece of Harm


All in all, Bravo to Hilary and Andie.

I think TFP (not 100% sure about The Frip yet, but it will sink in and become shorthand soon enough, I’m sure) will be with us for a long time to come. I’m looking forward to seeing the new poems arriving week by week, perhaps I may even manage to get one in there; although the famous adage of Meet us half way and submit one first applies at the moment.

I must confess that I was a bit worried when Hilary first approached me and asked me to review Rendang. I can’t put my finger on it, but it felt like the biggest review I’ve been asked to write so far, the most complex book yet, and I wondered if I was up to the task if I could find something interesting to say (and to be fair that’s the same with every review I write, and every poem, and every post here…and every sentence I say out loud, etc).

If I’m honest I was worried about engaging with the “contradictions of identity and cultural memory” mentioned in the blurb. Not because I didn’t want to or don’t feel I need to. I absolutely do, it was more a feeling of do I have anything valid to say on the matter without falling into the lazy tropes that Alyca Pirmohamed refers to here in her excellent essay at Wild Court, those adjectives like ‘urgent’, ‘important’, etc?

I think I avoided that, but I don’t think I can be the judge as to whether I had anything interesting to say. However, I found it fascinating and educational for a variety of reasons to engage with the collection as a whole by examining how the poems developed between pamphlet and collection, as well as the newer work, and how that benefits from the space and time afforded by a collection (literally and metaphorically).

I still can’t stop laughing about my moment of utter ponciness involving carcass vs carcase though…I’m glad Hilary removed that.

(NB have I mentioned how excellent Hillary’s own poetry is before? I’m sure I have, but go and look it up. I also pleased to see news of a new pamphlet via Broken Sleep…I won’t link to it as they are limited editions, and I want one.)

THE WEEK IN STATS


0K , Recovering, I think. Will know more tomorrow when I attempt a short run. If that goes well then I may allow a moment of positivity about making the “big run”
1 visit from my mum
1 trip to Brighton
1 week off work
1 child just back from a camping trip
0 x acceptance
0 rejection:
2 poems worked on: Bullshit Bingo (now renamed ‘The Kimono Is Open’) and Half Term At Longleat.
1 poem finished: Half Term At Longleat
1 new Submissions: Acumen
31 poems currently out for submission.
66 Published poems*:
41 Poems* finished by unpublished
29 poems* in various states of undress
554 Rejected poems* Eg I’ve decided they are not good enough
2 Review* Patrick Cotter and John Killick to High Window and OPOI respectively.
3 reviews to write
2 weeks without cigarettes…
1 Days without drinking (if one glass of wine counts)
1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green

* To date, not this week. Christ!!

TITLE GIVEAWAY

Skittles
A cricket ball appears from nowhere

READ/SEEN/HEARD/ETC

Read
Seventh Quarry 33
Martha Sprackland : Citadel
Poetry Ireland #142
Fenland Postery Journal #4

Music
The Archers
The Natural: Tethers
Liz Phair: Whip-Smart
Loamlands: Sweet High Rise
The Long Blondes: Someone To Drive You Home
Love: Da Capo
Small Sails: Similar Anniversaries
The Cure: Anniversary
Waxahatchee: Cerulaean Salt, Ivy Tripp
Bo Ningen: Sudden Fictions
Wolf Alice: Blue Weekend
Badly Drawn Boy: One Plus One Is One
Hiss Golden Messenger: Terms of Surrender, Hallelujah Anyhow
Bill Ryder-Jones: Yawny Yawn


TV/Film

Fargo S2 E1-4
Mare of Easttown: E1-2
Waking The Dead S2, S3E1-2
The Masked Dancer

Zooms, etc
None

Radio/Podcasts
None

Ordered
Nothing

Arrived
Nothing

Classic AAE..


Birchually still Sunday


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It’s still Sunday somewhere I reckon, so we’ll glass over that.

Yes, the calf is getting better, thanks. Not sure if I’ll be ready or healed in time for the 19th, so if you could all pray a little faster like what we did when Beckham did in his meta-tarsal pre-World Cup I’d be most grateful. No pictures on the front of The Sun though, they’re wankers.

I have to say thank you this week for my copy of Dreich’s Sci-Fi-themed anthology arriving. Available here. I’m honoured to be among such company and on the first page….

After that, this will be one of those cheating posts where I mention something I’ve just done and then post a vaguely appropriate poem.

So…my wife and I have just bought two trees for our garden. It feels a lot like we’ve put down deeper roots here (and we’ve been here for 10 years now). We had talked about leaving in a few more when F has finished school, but let’;s not get ahead of ourselves. It also seems appropriate/timely as I finished a poem about another tree in our garden last week. except, of course, it’s not about that at all. It’s about gentrification and new neighbours and pear rust and the changing make up of the area. I hope you get to read it in a magazine very soon.

Here are the two trees

I’ve not named them yet, but I reckon one will be called Thora

And now, to the poem.

There’s another tree, just out of shot on the other side of the fence, and I have in mind the trees chatting to each other; the other one telling these newbies about the area, pointing out friendly robins or the noisy parakeets, etc…And that reminded me of a book I’ve been meaning to read called The Hidden Life of Trees (Please use your local bookshop). R has a copy, so I’ll get to it as and when the TBR pile dwindles a bit.

However, we need a poem here, so I’ve gone with something from Marion McCready‘s ‘Tree Language’. I was going to put in the title poem, but I prefer this one

Wild Poppies, by Marion McCready from ‘Tree Language, Eyewear


Isn’t that just brilliant? Go out into some green space now and read it aloud. Your day will be much improved (and I hope it’s wonderful already).



Sod it, here’s a bonus poem from over at the marvellous Atrium called ‘The Orange Trees of Altea’ by the same author.



THE WEEK IN STATS

8K , a short walk to test things
0 x acceptance
1 rejection: I’d already assumed so, but official confirmation cam through for the Brotherton prize
1 poem worked on: Bullshit Bingo. When I say worked on, I mean 3 words added as notes
1 poem finished: Pear Rust (was Gentrification)
0 new Submissions:
28 poems currently out for submission.
66 Published poems*:
41 Poems* finished by unpublished
29 poems* in various states of undress
554 Rejected poems* Eg I’ve decided they are not good enough
1 Review* written and submitted. 4 to do though, so must crack on
1 week without cigarettes…
3 Days without drinking
1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green

* To date, not this week. Christ!!

TITLE GIVEAWAY

Birches
Sea Glass
Apologists For Escapologists
Famous Lost Words

READ/SEEN/HEARD/ETC

Read
Richie McCaffery: Coping Stones
John Killick: The Wordy-Gurdy Man
Spelt #1
Raceme  #10

Music

The Archers
Chihei Hatakeyama: Late Spring
Adem: Seconds Are Acorns
Nada Surf: The Stars Are Indifferent to Astronomy
Buffalo Tom: Birdbrain, Let Me Come Over
Rita Graham: Vibrations
Rodan: Rusty
Laura Veirs: The Triumps & Travails of Orphan Mae, Troubled By The Fire, Warp & Weft
Jason Isbell: Reunions, Sea Songs, Sirens of the Ditch, Something More Than Free, Southeastern, The Nashville Sound, ST, Live
Margo Price: That’s How Rumors Get Started, Margo Price, Midwest Farmer’s Daughter, Perfectly Imperfect
The New Mendicants: Into The Lime
North Sea Radio Orchestra: ST
Ohbijou: Swift Feet For Troubling Times
Old Canes: Feral Harmonic 
Parts & Labor: Receivers, Stay Afraid
Jim James: Uniform Distortion, Uniform Clarity, Regions of Light and Sound of God, Eternally Yours
Minotaurs: Eat Yr Hate, Weird Waves
Miranda Lee Richards: Existential Beast
Pavement: Brighten The Corners
Public Service Broadcasting: Live At Brixton, White Star Liner
Purling Hiss: Water On Mars
Red Light Company: Fine Facination
Red Paper Dragon: Songs of Innocence
Reperata & The Delrons: Magical Musical History Tour
VA: Nowhere Men- British Rare Beat 64-66
Nada Surf: The Proximity Effect/ High/Low
Billie Marten: Flora Fauna
Roddy Woomble: Lo! Soul
Sufjan Stevens: The Ascension
Dinosaur Jr: Sweep It Into Space
Teenage Fanclub: Endless Arcade
The Brazda Brothers: ST


TV/Film

Fargo S1E6-10
Waking The Dead S1 E4-8
The Masked Dancer

Zooms, etc
None

Radio/Podcasts
The Archers

Ordered
Tiger Balm

Arrived
Dreich Sci- Fi Issue


The Flattened Calf and a (anti-)Matador

How did I manage to skip a week? It doesn’t matter really…

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This weekend was meant to be the last big weekend of training before starting to taper ahead of the big, big run in June. However, this week has ended with an enforced rest after pulling my left calf at the start of yesterday’s training run. 5K in to a planned 32K I felt something going ping (to use the technical phrase) and had to hobble back to somewhere where my wife could pick me up. Yesterday and today has involved loads of RICE…no, I’ve not been to a wedding (and this is where I remember the Tom Waits song that mentions “She’s been married so many times she’s got rice marks all over her face” – different times, Tom, different times), I mean Rest. Ice. Compression and Elevation as per the image below.

Actual legs were harmed in the making of this photograph

It’s quite incredible how tired you get when you’re forced to slam on the breaks. Fingers crossed please for a swift recovery and that it holds up until the end of June.

One benefit to this rest is that I made some headway into my reading pile of books to review. I’m almost finished with the first pass through Patrick Cotter‘s Sonic White Poise (Dadelus Press). I’m very much enjoying it, so I expect the review to be positive (next job this week, David, I promise). I enjoyed discovering Patrick’s (now defunct) blog, and this post in particular on the thorny issue of elitism in poetry. I’m not sure I agree with it all, or that that matters, but have a read and see what you think. Sadly, I don’t think it’s an issue that’s going away in a hurry.

One poem from SWP that caught my eye yesterday, largely because the first line seems so apt for this week is ‘Matador’

I love this poem already for what isn’t happening in it as much as what is. I want to know what questions the neighbours ask themselves when they see a Matador costume on a clothes line? Wouldn’t you want to know more?

I’m trying to avoid getting to carried away with what/how the poets is saying things as I found myself having to “have a word with myself” a couple of weeks ago in relation to a review that’s due out soon as part of a new thing. I can’t talk about the “new thing” yet, but it is exciting to be in “on the ground floor”. However, in writing a review I was really pleased with myself for seeing that the poet in question had changed a word in a poem when moving it from their pamphlet to their full collection.

The change was subtle, one letter, but it was a shift that made me wax lyrical about the poet’s intentions for a few sentences, exploring the reasons behind the change and what it might be saying about a poets voice becoming stronger with experience, etc. However, that was quickly deflated when the editor for “new thing” said (and I hope they don’t mind me quoting) that it was more the “proofreaders that preferred the more modern version (carcass) so I don’t think we can read anything much into that“.

A potent reminder that sometimes a change is just a change is just a change. I welcome that reminder. I’ll welcome the arrival of “New Thing” even more when it arrives sometime in the next month or so.



THE (last two) WEEK(S) IN STATS

54K last week, 13 this due to the incredible exploding calf muscle
1 old school friend not seen in
28 years met for
8 pints
0 x acceptance
1 rejection: Assumed my submission to The North was declined
1 poem worked on: Bullshit Bingo
1 poem finished: Pear Rust (was Gentrification)
7 new Submissions: Bad Lillies, Manchester Review, Poetry Review, Wild Court, 14 Magazine, New Statesman, Popshot
28 poems currently out for submission.
66 Published poems*:
41 Poems* finished by unpublished
29 poems* in various states of undress
554 Rejected poems* Eg I’ve decided they are not good enough
1 Review* written and submitted. 4 to do though, so must crack on
1 week without cigarettes…
9 Days without drinking
1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green

* To date, not this week. Christ!!

TITLE GIVEAWAY

Horse Casino
Chupacabra
Stale Hand (HT to Edward Bonham-Carter in a work meeting)
A Sudden Craving For Toffos
If The Forks Happen (as written in a work email)
Does It Tell A Picture? (As heard in a work call)

READ/SEEN/HEARD/ETC

Read
Patrick Cotter: Sonic White Poise

Music

VA: Agrim Agadez: Musique Guitare De La République Du Niger
Alexandre Desplat: American Pastoral OST
VA: The B-Music of Jean Rollin 1968-1973
Bob Stanley & Pete Wiggs: Present Three Day Week
VA: Circus Days-Obscure Pop Sike Vol2 & 5
Bud Powell: Live At the Blue Note, Paris 1961
Buffalo Springfield: Buffalo Springfield Again
Matthew Ryan: May Day
Buffalo Tom: Sleepy Eyed
Levitation: Need For Not
Matt Sweeney & Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy: Superwolves
Thee Oh Sees: Panther Rotate
The Wonderstuff: Eight-Legged Groove Machine
Julien Baker: Little Oblivions
The Staves: Good Woman
LNZNDRF: To A Lake, Green Roses, ST
Big Thief: U.F.U.F.O
Anna Meredith: FIBS
Lottie Kestner: China Mountain
Elbow: Asleep At the Back
New Dynamic Chico Hamilton Quartet: Drumfusion
Squid: Bright Green Field
Juliana Hatfield: Beautiful Creature, Bed
Death Cab For Cutie: Codes & Keys, Plans
Fridge: Eph, Happiness, Semaphore, The Sun
Youth Pictures of Florence Henderson: ST
Pele: A Scuttled Bender In A Watery Closet
Suede: The Blue Hour
There Will Be Fireworks: ST
St Vincent: Daddy’s Home, Marry Me
Gabor Szabo: Nightflight, Mizrab, Faces
Unwed Sailor: Truth Or Consequences
Eels: The Deconstruction
My Morning Jacket: Live Red Rocks 2015, 2012, Chocolate & Ice EP, Circuital, At Dawn, Waterfall, Waterfall 2
My Latest Novel: Deaths and Entrances
Sylvan Esso: what If
Arthur Russell: Another Thought
Bark Psychosis: Hex
Bathyscaphe:-11034m
Bob Dylan/ & The Band: Before The Flood, Blonde on Blonde


TV/Film

Vera S2e1-3
People Who Kill S2
SAS: Who Dares Wins
Fargo S1E1-5
Teachers S1, S2 E1
The IT Crowd S1 E1-2
Waking The Dead S1 E1-3
Eurovision 21 (Iceland were robbed!!)

Zooms, etc
None

Radio/Podcasts
The Archers

Ordered
Stand
A running bladder
Soft water flasks
Compression Top
Hat with neck cover
Calf Compression Sleeves
Headband
Battery Pack
Headphones
Lisa Kelly: From The Ikea Back Catalogue
William Wooten: Looking For the Horsemen

Arrived
Stand
A running bladder
Soft water flasks
Compression Top
Hat with neck cover
Calf Compression Sleeves
Headband
Battery Pack
Headphones
Lisa Kelly: From The Ikea Back Catalogue
William Wooten: Looking For the Horsemen
Lewis Buxton: The Boy In Various Poses


A plinth and a punch, the first in (almost) a month

I had a post all planned out two, or is it three weeks ago, but tiredness and life got in the way. The gist of the post was me attempting to connect the work I was doing in the garden that weekend to the construction of a poem.

I was building, and staining two planters and some trellis (NB Trellis was bought, but I made the planters) as you’ll see below.

I’m sure I missed a bit, but once the raspberries start growing and I get my tommys in…

I forget how exactly how I was going to make the connection, but it probably involved the idea of some sort of planning followed by making it up as you go along. (Yes, like these posts…)..or something about taking raw materials and shaping them into a finished product over time…Yeah, it was probably something as pretentious or as tenuous as that.

However, while I was putting the stain on I was listening to 2 of the excellent Alice Oswald lectures (the Interview with Water and Art of Erosion ones), an Episode of The Verb (on punctuation) and the Toast podcast with Fiona Benson being interviewed by the excellent Laura Barton (I recommend her writing and radio stuff, and her novel, Twenty-One Locks).


The Benson interview was fascinating, and among all of it one point really stood out where she mentioned that the idea of calling yourself a poet should be no less of an issue than being a plumber…And I think she’s bang on. I’m not doing her justice here, but that idea that being a poet is somehow a higher calling is one that I totally concur with.

It really hit home today as well as I was attempting to swap some taps over in my kitchen. I’ve got better at saying I write poetry/calling myself a poet, but there is never going to be a time when I can say I know anything about plumbing, let along call myself such a wondrous thing. Dear god, we’ve got it the wrong way round…These people need to be the ones on plinths…

THE WEEK IN STATS

Several running – over the last few weeks..including a consecutive 16 and then 20-miler last weekend. Less so this weekend, but back to it next weekend
0 day of 2 x 7-minute workouts, but the above means I don’t feel so bad
1 x rejections: A lovely email to say thanks but no from Finished Creatures
0 x acceptance
1 poems worked on: Gentrification..dear god, it’s slow
0 new Submissions:
19 poems currently out for submission.
66 Published poems*:
40 Poems* finished by unpublished
30 poems* in various states of undress
554 Rejected poems* Eg I’ve decided they are not good enough
0.5 Review* written and submitted. 4 to do though, so must crack on
1 week without cigarettes…
1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green

* To date, not this week. Christ!!

TITLE GIVEAWAY

Dead and Bereted

READ/SEEN/HEARD/ETC

Read
Will Harris: Rendang
Luke Turner: Out of the Woods

Music
The Walkabouts: Devil’s Road, New West Motel
Betty Wright: Danger High Voltage
Mary Wilson: ST
Dry Cleaning: New Long Leg
Mogwai: As The Love Continues
Taylor Swift:Evermore, Fearless (Taylor’s Version)
Pearl Jam: Gigaton
Pele: A Scuttled Bender In A Watery Closet
Steve Gunn: Eyes on the Lines, The Unseen In Between
Barnaby Bye: Room To Grow
Teenage Fanclub: Endless Arcade
Dinosaur Jr: Sweep It Into Space, Hand It Over, Without a Sound, Where You Been, Bug, Beyond, Farm, Give A Glimpse, Green Mind, You’re Living All Over Me
Bicep: Isles
Saccades: Flowing Fades
The Happy Dragon-Band: ST
VA: Fuzz, Surf & Psych Sounds Vol.2
Cornershop: Woman’s Gotta Have It
Bryce Dessner & Australian String Quartet: Impermanence/Disintegration
The Octopus Project: The House of Apples and Eyeballs, Memory Mirror
The Blue Up: Spool Forka Dish
6ths: Wasps’ NestsClever Girls: Constellations
Mary Margaret O’Hara: Miss America
Kathryn Edwards: Total Freedom, Voyageur
The Cure: Disintegration, Head on the Door, Lost Wishes, Wish, Anniversary, Bloodflowers, Cureation, The Cure, Entreat
Female Species: Tale of my Lost Love
Lady Lamb: Little Flaws
Sharon Van Etten: Because I Was In Love, Are We There, Epic
Explosions In The Sky: The Earth is not a Cold Dead Place
The Go! Team: Rolling Blackouts
Walcot Cherry Vasconcelos: Condona
Ultra Vivid Scene: Rev
Samantha Crain: I Guess We Live Here Now
Chocolate Milk: Action Speaks Louder Than Words
Tarnation: Mirador
The National: Alligator, The Boxer, Cherry Tree, High Violet, I Am Easy To Find, ST, Sad Songs For Dirty Lovers, Sleep Well Beast, Trouble Will Find Me, The Virginia EP,
The Coral: Coral Island, The Curse of Love
New Order: Education, Entertainment, Recreation
Art Pepper: Smack up
The Wedding Present: Seamonsters
Caspian: On Circles
Cassandra Jenkins: An Overview On Phenomenal Nature


TV/Film
Shetland S2- S5
The Dig
Blinded: People Who Kill E1-2

Zooms, etc
Three Hounds Poetry – Bad Betty evening

Radio/Podcasts
The Archers
Weird Norfolk
My mate Rance’s Film show on local Radio

Arrived
Joshua Mehigan: Accepting the Disaster
Adrian Mole Secret Diary & Growing Pains
Louisa Campbell: Beautiful Nowhere
Gboyega Odubanjo: Aunty Uncle Poems
John Gallas: The Exstasie
Fenland Poetry Journal #4
New running trainers from Brookes
Poetry Wales

Ordered
Joshua Mehigan: Accepting the Disaster
New running trainers from Brookes
Adrian Mole Secret Diary & Growing Pains
Louisa Campbell: Beautiful Nowhere
John Gallas: The Exstasie
Fenland Poetry Journal #4
Jeremy Page –


The Sea(ls)They Cure Everything

We’re just back from a restorative weekend in Norfolk, and I can safely say that we needed that. As we were driving back earlier we went past the sign for Stanta

I always allow myself a little chuckle and think that it’s meant to be Santa or perhaps more poetically, Stanza. Sadly, I couldn’t take a picture of the roadsign (road safety, driving, etc), but at the time we were listening to the new album by Cassandra Jenkins, ‘A Phenomenal Overview On Nature’, and the song ‘New Bikini’ came on. The chorus of this song is

“Baby, go get in the ocean
If you’re bruised, you’re scraped, you’re any kind of broken
The water, it cures everything”
Cassandra Jenkins, New Bikini

You can hear it here from 3.30 – 7.52. You may as well just buy the album though.

As I heard those words, that if I’m honest I hadn’t noticed when I’ve played the album so far, I feel a little twinge of agreement.

Yesterday afternoon we’d walked along the beach at Horsey, and my wife turned to me and said “I feel better already”. That’s the kind of review we should be leaving in a guestbook—if beaches had guestbooks. Perhaps we should have just scratched it into the sand as a temporary review, and perhaps we would have done if a) we’d thought of it at the time and b) the beach wasn’t lined with seals. Horsey is famous for this, and it is one of my favourite places in the world, even though I don’t get there much.

Seals at Horsey Beach
Look at them…aren’t they just amazing creatures

The seals there are a magnificent sight, and the sea air was the perfect tonic after the best part of a year in the city. At the risk of being incredibly self-centred (and hey, why not) It reminded me of my poem, ‘Horsey Seals’ – can you tell why it reminded me of this??

I first wrote this about 12 years ago when Flo was really young. The poem was taken by Ben Banyard at Clear Poetry, and I was very happy. I have, however, re-written it in the meantime. I’ve not looked at it in two years, and as such would probably change it again now, but here it is.

One old version of the poem described them as “writing their own hieroglyphics” on the beach, and I liked the line a lot, but it was a darling that had to go. In the video above they look like tally marks on the beach, and I wish I’d thought of that when I was working on the poem.

Seals

We’ve been awake for hours, the tension telling us
we need to get out, to leave the nest of the car
and feel different air on our faces. We take turns
with your small and unfamiliar coat buttons

while gulls scribble pencil-line shrugs across the sky
and follow straggling trawlers back from early starts.
In this light it’s hard to see what’s rocks, damp driftwood
or seal pups sheltering in the lee of parents.

They spread themselves out along Horsey Beach, making
their own constantly moving languages to tell
each other how to stay safe while we pass through.
We stay beyond arm’s length behind wooden fences,

huddled to shield you from stinging rain. The wind drowns
the words and nicknames we’ve coined just for you — salting them
away for a time when we can give them meaning.
We pull you in closer to spell this out in full.

Mat, it’s time to stop and let the professionals takeover.

I’ve had a scan of my bookshelves, and Norman MacCaig leapt out at me. A cursory flick through his Collected Poems has lead me to this poem, ‘On A Beach. I’d not read this poem until about 30 minutes ago, and now I think it might be one of my favourite poems ever.

Norman MacCaig, On A Beach. Collected Poems, Chatto & Windus

As we drove back towards my Mum’s house, Rachael spotted an enormous Hare ducking for cover into the hedgerows between Horsey and Waxham. This is fortuitous as it gives me the chance to hamfistedly point you towards a poem I’ve had published at One Hand Clapping this week.It’s called Lucky Foot and is not about a Hare, but it is about a Rabbit. Well, it’s not really, but it does feature a rabbit, so I’m calling that close enough. I’m in among some quite luminary names (Julia Copus, Samuel Tongue, Rosalind Easton, some bloke called Matthew Stewart and many more), and this is the issue before the penultimate issue of OHC..(Pre-penultimate??), so go and have a look.

There’s a different photo of me up there to the one I normally use.

I normally use this one:

However, Alan felt it wasn’t serious enough. I can’t imagine why. So we went with this one that I’d taken for use in some promo for a work-related thing.

I think I prefer the older one, but perhaps it’s time to start taking the author photo thing more seriously.

Perhaps that’s a post on its own.

Finally, bon voyage to Bad Lillies. I hope the champers was suitable smashed across the bows for Kathryn Gray and Andrew Neilson. Issue One looks like an absolute corker, and is the very next thing I will be reading once I’ve pressed submit on this nonsense.

No, finally, finally I have to push you towards the lovely Mark Antony Owen’s own poems. Mark does so much for poets with Iamb, but it’s good to remember he’s an excellent poet in his own right. So, it’s awesome to see he’s put out wave two of his ongoing collection, Subruria.

THE WEEK IN STATS

36.5k running – Inc 30k yesterday
1 trip to Norfolk
1 visit to see my mate Geller and his family
0 day of 2 x 7-minute workouts, but the above means I don’t feel so bad
2 x rejections: Got the answer I was expecting from 192.com, and I think the deadline has passed for the Brotherton Prize, so I’m calling that a loss.
0 x acceptance
1 poems worked on: Gentrification
0 new Submissions:
19 poems currently out for submission.
66 Published poems*:
40 Poems* finished by unpublished
30 poems* in various states of undress
554 Rejected poems* Eg I’ve decided they are not good enough
0 Review* written and submitted. 3 to do though, so must crack on
1 month, 7 weeks without cigarettes…
1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green

* To date, not this week. Christ!!

TITLE GIVEAWAY

Ramekins
I sometimes find myself looking for Global Hypercool T-Shirts on eBay
Walking in Hot Coals
You And Your Fucking Gonk
A Slowly Melting Fox (H/T to Florence)

READ/SEEN/HEARD/ETC

Read
Will Harris: Rendang
Luke Turner: Out of the Woods

Music
Balmorhea: The Wind
DNTEL: The Seas Trees See
Cosmic Rough Riders: Enjoy The Melodic Sunshine
Henry Mancini: Hatari! OST
The Hold Steady: Open Door Policy (Live), Teeth Dreams, Thrashing Thru The Passion, Heaven Is Whenever
Holler, Wild Rose: Our Little Hymnal
Kate Rusby: Make The Light
The Pains of Being Pure At Heart: The Echo Of Pleasure
Saloon: If We Meet In The Future, (This is) What We Call Progress
Art Pepper: Intensity, Saturday Night At The Village Vanguard, Smack Up
The Left Outsides: Are You Sure I Was There?
Barry Manilow: 2AM Paradise Cafe
Beck: Colors, Morning Phase, Mutations, Delay, Sea Change 
Cherry Glazerr: Stuffed & Ready
Explosions In The Sky: Friday Night Lights (Demos), Friday Night Lights OST, How Strange, innocence, Live @ Capitol Theatre 2017, The Earth Is Not A Cold Dead Place, The Rescue, Take Care X 3, Those Who Tell The Truth..
Mary Lattimore: Silver Ladders
Billie Marten: ST
Cassandra Jenkins: ST, A Phenomenal Overview of Nature
Tara Clerkin Trio: ST
Tall Ships: Impressions


TV/Film
Walking Dead S10 E17-20
Shetland S1, S2 (E1-4)

Zooms, etc
Three Hounds Poetry – Bad Betty evening

Radio/Podcasts
The Foxhole Companion- Commandos Strike At Dawn
The Archers

Arrived
My new glasses and sunglasses
A sweatshirt

Ordered
Nothing, I don’t think

Any excuse to play some That Nguyen..Also, worth signing up to her emails as she works on a new album.


Derek Mahon’s Toilet Roll Holder

Wifi is amazing isn’t it? Especially now it’s back up and running. We had to sacrifice a number of small creatures—I couldn’t confirm their virginity, but I’m assuming they were as we have the internets again. I can sense the joy returning to every household that comes into contact with this post.

**Brief pause in typing while I go and put the Yorkshires in the oven**
**That took longer than I thought**

It’s coming up on a year now since I printed out Derek Mahon’s ‘Everything Is Going To Be Alright’ and Blu-Tacked it to the wall near the skylight in the home office I made for myself when it looked like this was going on for a bit longer than a month.

As an aside, I am slightly concerned that the running gear I left in my locker at work has now become sentient.

Back to Mahon…

On Tuesday this week, the printout finally fell off the wall, and while it’s now up on the pinboard I put on the wall the day before, it felt like something of a sign. Something to pay attention to, that perhaps the ghost of Derek had chosen to tell me something.

That sign from beyond had me starting to think that the last line might be right, that things are starting to recover, that it is all going to be ok or alright; but perhaps that’s very naive and very foolish of me. Am I placing too much focus on the powerful last line, and not enough on what gets us to it…not enough on the “There will be dying, there will be dying”? Arguably, there very much is the need to ” go into that”, Del…!

However, that does feel a bit like being one of those Whataboutery-wankers…You know the kind, the type that finds it impossible to believe you can hold different concepts together in your head at the same time. It is possible to be happy about one thing, and then sad about another at the same time.

So, I’m choosing to focus on the sense of some relief that is coming down the line, the sense of things opening up again – in a literal and metaphorical sense. That may come to bite us on the literal and or metaphorical arse further down the line, but in a week where I’ve seen more people in one place (well-spaced out gardens, of course) than in the last year, and in the week where things in our garden have started turning green (as they should), and in the week we have wifi back, there’s some cause to focus on Mahon’s last line.

Speaking of ghosts and meeting people…We met up with a friend of ours and his kids on Friday for a walk around town. How quiet was the Blackfriars part of town?!!!

Part of our day out was a self-guided Ghost walk from Blackfriars to St Paul’s Cathedral (not far, I’ll admit, but it stopped the bin lids from moaning). The high point, for me, of the walk was at The Deanery. The below is taken from the guide

Who wouldn’t be interested in a haunted toilet roll holder? Spookily, we watched Taskmaster last night and part of that revolved around a toilet roll holder…You literally couldn’t make this up.

Where else would you get Derek Mahon and a loo roll holder, eh?

THE WEEK IN STATS

46k running – Inc 2 Half marathons in two days
0 day of 2 x 7-minute workouts, but the above means I don’t feel so bad
0 x rejections: Got the answer I was expecting from Spectator
1 x acceptance
2 poems worked on: Gentrification, Nature Abhors A Vacuum but I Love My Cordless Dyson (working title)
1 new Submissions: Frogmore Papers
34 poems currently out for submission.
66 Published poems*:
40 Poems* finished by unpublished
30 poems* in various states of undress
554 Rejected poems* Eg I’ve decided they are not good enough
0 Review* written and submitted. 3 to do though, so must crack on
1 month, 6 weeks without cigarettes…
1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green

* To date, not this week. Christ!!

TITLE GIVEAWAY

The Dude of Edinburgh

READ/SEEN/HEARD/ETC

Read
Will Harris: Rendang

Music
Bill Janovitz: Live From Q Division Studios
World’s End Girlfriend: Enchanted Landscape Escape
Renée Reed: ST
Dry Cleaning: New Long Leg
Cassandra Jenkins: An Overview of Phenomenal Nature
Hannah Peel: Fir Waves
Allie Crow Buckley: So Romantic 
Flock of Dimes: If You See Me, Say Yes
The Julie Ruin: Hit Reset
Ratboys: Printer’s Devil
Kate Rusby: Ghost
Sera Cahoone: Dear Creek Canyon
Courtney Marie Andrews: Old Flowers
Spacemen 3: Perfect Prescription 
Pixies: Indie Cindy, Trompe Le Monde
Bill MacKay & Nathan Bowles: Keys


TV/Film
Masterchef Semi Finals
Real Madrid Vs Liverpool..
Back To Life E4-6
Superstore: S1 E6-8
Return of the Jedi
Palm Springs

Zooms, etc
None

Radio/Podcasts
The Verb: Planets
Spectator Book Club: Jon Day on Homing
The Archers
Poetry Society – Selima Hill interviewed by Emily Bell

Arrived
3 x Graham Mort books from Seren
Luke Turner’s ‘Out of the Woods’ via local bookshop
Spelt Magazine
Poetry Review
Mike’s Birthday Present
My Brother’s Birthday Present

Ordered
A sweatshirt
Running Insoles
Mike’s Birthday present


Closed on account of technical issues

Wifi is amazing isn’t it. It’s almost a necessity now, and the sort of thing you see perched atop a Maslow diagram of needs.

So you can imagine my joy the last few days when our wifi has been very much like the first 20-30 seconds of this clip

God bless Oddball

The lack of t’interweb has made it very tricky to work the day job given I rely on it to get stuff done. I’m typing this and hoping the connection between my phone and laptop lasts/holds until I finish this.

Now, get out and enjoy the last of the sun…there’s nothing to be gained reading this post -apart from wanting to go and watch ‘Kelly’s Heroes’.

You can find out more about Kelly’s Heroes here in this very interesting podcast


Normal service resume next week, I hope, once we’ve finished shouting at our ISP…Then I can mention Poetry Scotland and photos for other places

THE WEEK IN STATS

First hangover of 2021. It was a doozy.
2 x Planters built
45k running – Inc 1 Half marathons
0 day of 2 x 7-minute workouts, but the above means I don’t feel so bad
1 x rejections: Got the answer I was expecting from Spectator
0 x acceptance
2 poems worked on: Adrasan Bay and Gentrification
0 new Submissions: Finished Creatures, Raceme, Spectator and Poetry Ireland
29 poems currently out for submission. Last week saw a few more rejections
63 Published poems*:
43 Poems* finished by unpublished
27 poems* in various states of undress
554 Rejected poems* Eg I’ve decided they are not good enough
0 Review* written and submitted. 3 to do though, so must crack on
1 month, 5 weeks without cigarettes…Last week not great
1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green

* To date, not this week. Christ!!

TITLE GIVEAWAY

Disposable Thumbs
Lateral Flow

READ/SEEN/HEARD/ETC

Read
Will Harris: Rendang

Music
Swell: Too Many Days Without Thinking
Whispertown 2000: Swim
The Wonder Stuff: Never Loved Elvis
Wooden Shjips: Back To land, Dos
William Tyler:Behold The Spirit, Deseret Canyon, Impossible Truth, Goes West, Modern Country, Music From First Cow, Parallelogram
Chantal Acda: Saturday Moon
Joe Strummer: Earthquake Weather
Waxahatchee: Saint CloudThe Carpenters: Voice of the Heart, Ticket To Ride, A Song For You
My Bloody Valentine: m b v, Isn’t Anything
My Morning Jacket: Live Red Rocks 14/08/15, The Waterfall II, Z
Ryley Walker: Course In Fable


TV/Film
Line of Duty S1 E2
Unforgotten S4E6
Walking Dead S11 E17-18(???)
The Flight Attendant: E6-8
Arsenal V Liverpool – Wish I hadn’t bothered

Zooms, etc
None

Radio/Podcasts
The Archers
Foxhole Companion S2 E1-3
Grandbag’s Funeral latest ep

Arrived

A jumper
Poetry Scotland(inc my poem)
Richie McCaffery’s ‘Coping Stones’
3D Connect 4

Ordered
A jumper

Horse Milk

It’s not often I find myself thinking about milking horses, but there have been at least three occasions that I can remember. (Let me know if it crosses your mind more frequently, but know this —it isn’t a competition).

The first was about ten years ago when I remembered an incident from when I was a nipper. My mum helped some friends of ours with a foal that was born on their land. Pleas note that they had horses, it’s not the kind of place where horses just roam about dropping off baby horses for a laugh. Regardless of this, it set me off on the path to write a poem about it.

I did, and there have been many, many drafts since then…and name changes…and submissions to magazines…and rejections and redrafts and resubmissions, etc.

The next time was when I got an acceptance email a couple of weeks ago (March 11th) from the revived Poetry Scotland to say they were taking the poem. I was lucky enough to have been in the last issue of PS under the control of Sally Evans, and I’m very happy to say I’m in the first issue back under the auspices of Judy Taylor & Andy Jackson. I was (and still am) very honoured to be in there, and that this poem has found a home.

I knew it was meant to be when I saw this post on the wonderful Daytime Pics Twitter account a few days after the email came through from Andy.

Posted March 16th

No, this hasn’t been an excuse to post that picture.

Yes, I am pleased I have.

THE WEEK IN STATS

300 quid vets bill for Wilbur.
56k running – Inc 2 Half marathons in a row…Ouch
0 day of 2 x 7-minute workouts, but the above means I don’t feel so bad
1 x rejections: Got the answer I was expecting from Dark Horse
0 x acceptance
3 poem sworked on: Adrasan Bay, Bullshit Bingo and Gentrification
4 new Submissions: Finished Creatures, Raceme, Spectator and Poetry Ireland
32 poems currently out for submission. Last week saw a few more rejections
63 Published poems*:
42 Poems* finished by unpublished
28 poems* in various states of undress
554 Rejected poems* Eg I’ve decided they are not good enough
0 Review* written and submitted. 3 to do though, so must crack on
1 month, 5 weeks without cigarettes…Last week not great
1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green

* To date, not this week. Christ!!

TITLE GIVEAWAY

Zombie Statistics

READ/SEEN/HEARD/ETC

Read
Will Harris: Rendang

Music
Led Bib: Sizewell Tea
Ryley Walker: Hypnotic Pulse of the Reindeer Range (with Bill MacKay), Course In Fable, Land of Plenty (with Bill MacKay)
Charles Rumback: June Holiday
Pearls Before Swine: City of Gold, The Use of Ashes
Mary Lattimore: At the Dam, Collected Pieces, Hundreds of Days, Hundred Days of Remixes, Luciferen Light, New Rain Duets, Returned To Earth, Silver Ladders, Terelan Canyon, The Withdrawing Room
Bas Jan – Instant Nostalgia
Lift To Experience: The Texas-Jerusalem Crossroads
Kathryn Williams: Hypoxia, Over Fly Over, The Quickening, Two
Khruangbin: Hasta el Cielo
King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard: Eyes Like The Sky
Levitation: Need for Not
Roger Rodier: Upon Velveatur
Mono: For My Parents, Holy GroundAmbulance Ltd: ST
The Las: ST
Neil Young: Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere, Landing On Water, Ragged Glory
Faye Webster: Atlanta Millionaires Club
Pharoah Sanders & Floating Points & LSO: Promises
The Kabeedies: Soap, Rumpus
Kevin Morby: Sundowner
Land Observations: The Grand Tour, Roman Roads EP, Roman Roads IV – X1
The Like: Release Me
The Afghan Whigs: In Spades
The National:Alligator
Pearl Jam: Gigaton


TV/Film (2 weeks worth)
Unforgotten S5 E5
Line of Duty S6 E1
Teachers S1 E1-2
Malcom In The Middle ( Various)

Zooms, etc
Poetry Wales writing group

Radio/Podcasts
The Archers
Foxhole Companion S1 E3-5

Arrived

Will Harris: Rendang
A shirt
Poetry Ireland

Ordered
A Shirt
Poetry Ireland
3 x Graham Mort books from Seren


(Almost) Beaten By The Path

I may have got a bit drunk last Sunday after Arsenal’s victory against the Spuds. I had my own spud-based victory too in the sense that I managed to finsh a roast whilst slightly drunk. All of this is meant to excuse the lack of post last week…to myself, I’ve not finished reading all of the letters of complaint I received.

Anyhoo, in keeping with the running/poetry crossovers, I went too far last weekend (boozing aside) when I ran 30k on Saturday. This was (and still is at the time of typing) my longest run ever, and it nearly broke me…I didn’t really run again until yesterday (eg a week) and that’s unheard of for me. Even yesterday and today were way shorter while I recover and get some oomph back.

My previous few posts have been a bit long too, and while they’re hardly massive essays (or particularly coherent), I am a touch bereft of things to say. Every time I turn on the news or catch it via eg Twitter I find myself unable to process what’s happening. I mean, I have viewpoints, but I tend to find blog posts aren’t the best place for those discussions. I look back at my notes of late and just think what’s the point?

So, for now and until anything approaching something that isn’t self-promotion or the usual gibberish, a randomly selected poem will have to suffice.

I grabbed Fleur Adcock’s ‘Poems 1960-2000’ from my shelves, had a flick and stumbled on this. It seems apt as we are all not long back from a family walk today. I like what I take to be the sentiment of the poem. I hope you like what you take from it.

Fleur Adcock, From Poems 1960-2000, Bloodaxe

THE WEEK IN STATS

26k running – Not great, no energy or motivation midweek, but lesssons have been learned
0 day of 2 x 7-minute workouts, but the above means I don’t feel so bad
1 x rejections: Got the answer I was expecting from Dark Horse
1 x acceptance for Feb 22. Eek.
1 poem worked on: Adrasan Bay,
0 new Submissions:
14 poems currently out for submission. Last week saw a few more rejections
63 Published poems*:
42 Poems* finished by unpublished
28 poems* in various states of undress
554 Rejected poems* Eg I’ve decided they are not good enough
1 Review* written and submitted. 1 still to do though, so must crack on
1 month, 5 weeks without cigarettes…Last week not great
1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green

* To date, not this week. Christ!!

TITLE GIVEAWAY

Shorn of bees

READ/SEEN/HEARD/ETC

Read
Rialto 95
Martha Sprackland: Citadel

Music (2 weeks worth)
Arab Strap: As Days Get Dark
Electric Prendergrass: The slow cancellation of the future
Tindersticks: ST 1st Album
Turin Brakes: Invisible Storm, JackInABox, Lost Property, Outbursts
Dorothy Ashby – The Rubaiyat of Dorothy Ashby, Harping On A Tune, Afro-Harping
Michael Nyman: The Cook, The Thief, His Wife And Her Lover OST
William The Conqueror: Maverick Thinker
Don Cherry: Eternal Now, Brown Rice, Organic Music Society, Symphony for Improvisers
Caribou: Suddenly, Swim
Caspian: Live At South Church, On Circles, Castles High, Dust & Disquiet, The Four Trees, Hymn For The Greatest Generation, Live At Larcom, Tertia, Waking Season, You Are the Conductor
Obay Asharani: Sandbox
Mogwai: Atomic
Sunburned Hand of the Man: Pick a Day to Die
Allie Crow Buckley: Moonlit and DeviousBardo Pond: Peace on Venus
Claire Rousay: A Heavenly Touch
Matt Berninger: Serpentine Prison
Grouplove: This Is This
Blood Everywhere: Watersports
Mogwai: As The Love Beginners
Billy Jones & The Stars: Love Is Gonna Rain On You
Sleater-Kinney: The Woods, The Centre Won’t Hold, Dig Me Out, No Cities To Love
The Cure: Disintergration
The Anchoress: The Art of Losing
Chad & Jeremy: Of Cabbages and Kings
Mono: Beyond The Past
Four Set: Randoms, Pink
William Doyle: Great Spans of Muddy Time
Hania Rani: Esja
Christian Lee Hutson: xxx
Cristine 23 Onna: Acid Eater, Shiny Crystal Planet
Craig Finn: I Need A New War, Plattsburgh
Fleet Foxes:Shore
The Telescopes: Splashdown
Peter Duchin: Comin’ Home Baby
The National: Alligator, High Violet


TV/Film (2 weeks worth)
The Terrors E4-109
Arsenal Vs Spurs (2-1, yeah!!)
City Heat
Catch 22
New Girl S2E1-9
Kelly’s Heroes
Unforgotten S4 E3Taskmaster S10, E1

Zooms, etc
Three Hounds Poetry Evening
Grandbag’s Funeral recording

Radio/Podcasts
The Archers

Arrived
Orbis 195Running water bottles
Andrew Waterman: Collected Poems
Khairani Barokka: Ultimate Orangutan
Apple Lightning to Earphone Jack
Patrick Cotter: Sonic White Poise

Ordered
Running water bottles
Andrew Waterman: Collected Poems
Apple Lightning to Earphone Jack