What title would you put here?

Last week’s post seemed to reach a few new people, which is pleasing, and generated a few interesting comments. However, the crowning glory was a reply on Twitter from the actual folks at Jewson’s.

It’s been quite the week at work, with barely a chance to do anything other than think about work. The projects are piling up, time seems to be contracting and so I can only apologise to anyone that’s arrived here this week (or any other week for that matter) off the back of Dave Bonta’s post on Twitter

I’d like to say I promise the standard will be better next week, but I really have no idea.

Let’s move on from that, I’m pretty gutted that I didn’t make it the Free Verse Poetry Fair yesterday at Conway Hall. I’d have loved to be there to pick up some books and meet up with friends and new folks. I suspect my wife, and my bank-manager would have been furious though. Next year, I will deffo go. Please have a look at Robin Houghton’s write up of her experience there.

I love Conway Hall for hosting this fair and always-excellent Boring Conference. That reminds me, when are tickets out for this year???? While we wait, I recommend a listen to The Boring Talks Podcast. NB I may have done this before.

I’d also like to draw your attention to an excellent review of an excellent book. Nice one, Matthew. Well deserved.


63k running – Quite the leap on last week, but an 18k into work on Tuesday, a 22k run on Saturday – I wanted to break the 21K barrier, and 16K today all helped. Let’s see if I can walk tomorrow.

1 Poems worked on. Twice – Had another bash at Kiddie Rides.

1 lovely evening (and day) out with the lovely folks at YouGov for a belated Xmas lunch. Hmmm, Espresso Martinis….

1 wonderful bit of news from my friends Mafalda and Alex…Looking forward to an Alston Nipper at the end of the year.

1 Podcast up and available – The mighty Grandbag’s Funeral on films with War Crimes in

3 days without cigarettes. Fits and starts, yeah!!

1 review written and sent

1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green


  1. Photonbooth (thanks to a typo earlier)
  2. Captain Ergotron
  3. Captain Ergotron Rides Again
  4. The Continuing Story of Captain Ergotron
  5. Captain Ergotron: The Next Generation


Paul Waring, Quotidian
Rialto, Issue 93

Love Island, The Outsider

Listened to: 
Beth Orton, Comfort of Strangers
Pale Saints, The Comforts of Madness
Julian Cope, Rite Bastard
Agnes Obel, Myopia
Charles Mingus, The Black Saint and The Sinner Lady
Caspian, On Circles
Greg Dulli, Random Desire

and of course, The Archers…

I realise it was Dave Bonta, but this is still a solid gold tune.

The Jewson Lot

I found myself wondering about the use of contemporary references and all because of an email—which in itself is a contemporary reference, possibly.

I wrote to a colleague to say I was sending them some topline findings from a research project as a) I didn’t think they needed it all and b) they didn’t need “the Jewson Lot”.

I don’t how I managed to drag a reference to an advert from the 1980’s out of the dark recesses of my brain. It was only after I pressed send that I wondered if the recipients would even know what I was banging on about*. After all, why would two people at least 10 years younger than me have a clue about something that may well have been off air before they were born?

* To be fair this is nothing new.

If for some reason you’re not familiar with it please watch this

The Jewson Lot

I did ask a colleague who has a couple of years on me and he remembered it, and a question on Twitter yielded at least 5 answers in the affirmative. Obviously the market researcher in me isn’t happy with the sample sizes at work here, but I’ll take it.

But it did get me thinking about the half life of these popular culture references. How much distance is too much distance? Is it too obscure? Does that matter if it works for the poem? Can you cover it all off with notes? Should you need to use notes?

Is a reference to a Jewson’s ad from the 80s and better or worse than say a reference to an obscure character from The Iliad. I don’t know the answer here, I’m more thinking out loud. My degree taught me that a text was a text was a text and that a text could be anything really – a Britney Spears song, The Wasteland, a painting, a chocolate bar wrapper, and so on…

I came back to these questions when I had my first initial scan of the latest issue of Rialto. I found a reference to Dr Martens in the first poem, Hannah Lowe’s ‘Pink Hummingbird’ and old school rave events like “Rain Dance, World Party, Fantasia” in ‘ ’89’, and “Marlborough (SIC??) Lights” in ‘Love’.

Each of these references work as a way of dating the time they are evoking, elsewhere in the mag Tom Paine’s excellent ‘Harmonium’ contains the line

‘Give everyone an orange popsicle, an iPhone, a garden,
and let’s go shoot some hoops? You won monopoly, okay?’

You couldn’t ask for a more contemporary set of references…well, you could, but hopefully you see what I mean. While I’m still trying to work out what’s going on in the poem, the iPhone dates it to within the last decade or so and therefore gives me some frame of reference.

What am I saying here? I don’t think I’m saying anything, I’m asking something.

I guess I’m asking what we, as writers, are thinking when we include these contemporary references in poems? Do we have half an eye on the now and half an eye on the future—both near and more distant? What will readers in eg 2120 make of a reference to iPhones or Jewsons? Should we even care?


39k running – Bumped into an erstwhile colleague at yesterday’s Parkrun. She was doing that as part of a 19 mile run…Eek!!! Managed to get out this evening, despite Storm Dennis.

0 Poems worked on – although, actually wrote notes for something brand new midweek and one line for something else. Feels like a long time since I’ve even managed that. Just busy at work, then running and life, so poetry is taking a back seat – for now.

1 lovely evening at Kings Place for the Poetry London event with Rishi Dastidar, Emily Hasler, Martha Kapos and Joe Dunthorne. All 4 were excellent.

1 Podcast up and available – The mighty Grandbag’s Funeral on films with War Crimes in

3 days without cigarettes. Fits and starts, yeah!!

1 review published

1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green


  1. Six Degrees of Strawmen
  2. Trust Exercise


Helena Nelson, Plot and Counterplot
Rialto, Issue 93

Love Island, Endeavour S4, E3.

Listened to: 
Nadia Reid, Preservation
Laura Veirs, Year of Meteors
Neko Case, Hell On
Bjork, Utopia
and of course, The Archers…

Jamie And The Human Torch

What’s that, poets releasing songs over ambient post-rock backgrounds you say…?

This was an old poem, the current version of which is out somewhere, so I can’t share it, but my friend Steve wrote the music for this at least 12 years ago…

Just saying’.

All jocularity aside, I’m very pleased for our laureate*. And this is a great song. I look forward to the album, having previously enjoyed The Scaremongers.

I can’t** imagine Ted Hughes banging out an album of glambient floor fillers with beats built from the caws of crows. There’s those bloody birds again.

* He’ll be relieved, I know.
** I can

Also, please go and look up A Sunbleached Industry…My dear friend Simon has made some awesome music.


54.3k running – The 0.3 is very important. A lot for this week thanks to 14K yesterday and 15 more today – fuck you, Storm Ciara…

0 Poems worked on – Not a blooming’ sausage..What a busy week at work, but

1 lovely meeting with Matthew Paul

1 lovely meeting with Mark Anthony Owen

1 Podcast recorded

3 days without cigarettes.

1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green


  1. What You Talkin’ About Incey Wincey Willis?
  2. Well My Legs Are Fucking Trembling, How About You?
  3. Sometimes Only A Monster Will Do
  4. AI Can Tell You What A Postage Stamp Is And Does, But It Can’t Lick It



The Masked Singer, Love Island, The Lighthouse.

Listened to: 
Joni Mitchell, Heijra
10,000 Maniacs, In My Tribe
Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan, Ballad of the Broken Seas, Sunday At Devil Dirt
Isobel Campbell, There Is No Other
Supergrass, Road to Rouen, In It For The Money
Tycho, Awake, Weather
Kristen Hersh, Hips & Makers
and of course, The Archers…

A Crow In A Crowd Is A Rook, A Rook In A Crowd Is A Crow

I’m not deliberately going bird-themed every week, especially after last week’s chicken gibberish (giblets??)—but there has been something of a crow-theme to this week.

The most notable of these was the launch of the trailer for Crows 3: The Crowening.

Please note, this potentially contains Schitt’s Creek spoilers…

The Crows Have Eyes 3

I’m assuming, of course, that you are a fan of the mighty Schitt’s Creek. If you’re not already, then I wholeheartedly implore you to get over to the Netflixes and catch up on the previous five series.

The above video is taken from series 6 – due here in May, but currently broadcasting in Canada. As it’s an ITV Studios show I’ve been lucky enough to watch the first 8 episodes of this, the last series, on a special internal site and I can say that this series wonderful…so far.

For those unaware, think of it as a reverse Beverley Hillbillies. Although that’s a massively reductive description. I love the show, it’s heart-warming stuff and I will miss it when it’s gone. There hasn’t really been a duff note in any of the episodes, and I can’t decide if I want to be David or Moira when I grow up. Watch it, watch it, watch it.


Ah yes, I’m sure you can find TV recommendations anywhere.

Well, yesterday, my friend Mark Antony Owen launched Iambapoet. Have yourself a look over there at the list of excellent poets, but I’ll steal Mark’s own description :

‘iamb’ is part archive, part quarterly journal. A place where established and establishing poets can showcase both their writing and their readings of their own poems. Ten poets will be added each season – at first, by private invitation, then later, through public submission.

I can’t wait to see how the site develops, but it looks great, it has some ace names attached and you can read and hear some excellent poems. Finish reading this post and then get over there.

Ah, you want a crow connection. Well, Mark’s poem on his own site, Subruria, starts with Crows (Ok, Rooks, but we all know how you tell them apart, right?)


Other trends will come and go and come again, but I’m pretty sure it is de-rigeur for poets* to have a crow poem—that Hughes feller casting some sort of shadow—just as there was a trend for bees a while back.

I’ve written both, my bee poem will be available in the second issue of the Fenland Poetry Journal soon – alongside two others, but my crow poem has take a while to find a home. It was one of the first poems I worked on with Matthew Stewart and it’s fair to say it’s largely unrecognisable from the version I first sent him. I was all proud of myself and in love with some of the images and sounds it had. I soon realised I was wrong and had a long way to go (still have), but I very much like where the poem ended up. It had been round a few mags to no avail and so I put it back in the folder until somewhere suitable came up again.

A couple of months ago my friend Gemma alerted me to a call out on Facebook for poems to go into an Anthology designed to raise money to help the wonderful Bookseller Crow On The Hill in Crystal Palace. They have been facing massive rent issues, raised by dodgy landlords and the local council have plans to convert the building next door to a McDonalds. You can donate to their #stokethecrow campaign here, but a last called Susan Watson has pulled together a collection of poems by local writers called ‘Corvids and Others’ to raise money to support the shop.

I’m a little bit stunned to find my little poem (that’s not really about crows) alongside work by Anita Ghahreman (trans. by Maura Dooley with Elhum Shakerifar), Gail Emerson, Anna-May Laugher, Kate Miller (I loved ‘The Observances‘, and now see there’s a new collection due this year), Gail Ferguson, Rebecca Farmer, Matthew Caley, Jenny Lewis, William Wyld, Suzanna Fitzpatrick (my Red Squirrel labelmate – get a copy of Fledglings if you can), Andrea Robinson, Sue Rose, Martha Oster, Jacqueline Gabbitas, Blake Morrison, Anne-Marie Fyfe, Katrina Naomi, Jocelyn Page, and Katie Rose. Some new names to me, all new poems, but from what I’ve read so far it’s worth it. It’s available either at Bookseller Crow On The Hill or via Greatest Happiness Press. There will be a launch event that I hope to be able to read at, or at least attend. I’ll let you know when it is.

I’ve been going to Bookseller Crow since we moved to the area – perhaps not enough, but it, like so many independent bookshops, is a wonderful resource. They have a well stocked poetry section and a range of events on to suit most literary tastes. I bought a copy of the latest Moth yesterday (as well as a copy of Corvids) that I’m saving for reading this week.

As an aside, the shop is next door to a lovely pet shop – we used to take Flo in most weeks to look at the fish and lizards, before popping into the bookshop for something to read. I’m 99% certain we would have bought a lot of our Emily Gravett books there and ‘Monkey And Me’ will always stay with me.

*Other types of writing are available

Finally, please either go and buy some pamphlets from HappenStance. They have some lovely pamphlets left. I’d like them all to be sold, for Nell’s sake and for the poets involved.

Or, get involved with writing reviews for Sphinx Reviews. Nell notes, in her latest newsletter, the ratio of female to male is not in favour of the menfolk. While this is normally a good thing, I think she’d like some more male reviewers. I’ve mentioned OPOI before and two of my reviews have gone up this week.


22.1k running – The 0.1 is very important. A slower week this week, but I completed Red January, and ended up running for

32 days on the trot. I’ll allow a slower week and I’ve gone mad and let myself have three days off. Then the training starts for Race to the King

3 Poems worked on – Cycle, Editing The Arecibo Message and Cod Psychology.

2 reviews published at OPOI

3 poems submitted to Finished Creatures

2 poems fedback to a friend

3 days without cigarettes.

1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green


  1. Memoirs of a Gopher
  2. Knick, Knack, Paddywhack, Give The Dog A Drone
  3. For you I’d Swallow Niagara Falls
  4. The Implications
  5. The Imp Locations
  6. Trial A Little Tenderness For Free, + £1.pp P&P
  7. I Was All Set To Join The Jet Set Which I Now Regret


Plot & Counterplot, Helena Nelson

The Masked Singer, Love Island, Endeavour (S4, E1), JoJo Rabbit, Booksmart and White House Farm Eps 1, 2 and 3. I’ve started Midsommar.

Listened to: 
J Mascis, Elastic Days and Tied To A Star
Erland Cooper, Solan Goose, Skule Skerry, Seachange
Gang of Four, Entertainment (RIP Andy Gill)
Andrew Bird, The Mysterious Production of Eggs and Are You Serious?
Julian Cope, Saint Julian and My Nation Underground
and of course, The Archers…

I’ve always had a soft spot for this song. It’s an unofficial anthem in Worstead

The Devil's Chicken

I don’t watch much cinema (Yeah, I didn’t expect it to go there after that title either).

I am criminally under-watched – there are so many classics I’ve not seen. The list is really quite long and this is before we get to the under the radar (Hello, lovely magazine) classics as well. However, I’m hoping to change that this year. I have a list I want to work through and I’m also hoping to watch more new stuff. I started this with Parasite this weekend. All I can say is I very much hope you go and see it.

I can’t see Mark Kermode losing his job anytime soon.

I mean I could link it being over looked at the Oscars to poetry awards and deserving poets being overlooked, etc, but I think Bong Joon Ho has it about right when he said of his film being overlooked ““the Oscars are not an international film festival. They’re very local.”

I’ve not got much else to say for myself, I’ve been so wrapped up in doing Red January that my spare time has been spent on the hoof.

And, if I’m brutally honest, I’m feeling a shade on the delicate side today after my first booze of the year..and the second, third, fourth, etc…

There has been some writing this week. One poem has been tipped over the edge into being finished (for now) and a couple of others are on the verge. There was even some writing today before the hangover kicked in, but for now it’s all about cooking the devil’s chicken.

Get Thee Behind Me, Bantam

One spurious connection (and you know how I love a spurious connection) is that Chicken is also known as Pollo in Italian. There is a picture of one chicken above (stick with me), there for a Pollo (apologies to any Italian speakers). Apollo was the god of divine distance and last night I agreed to sign up for the Race To The King —which is a 53 mile race (over 2 days). I will be asking for your charitable donations in due course.


1.We Made Bald Men Fight Over Combs, You Won’t Believe What They Fought Over Next
2.Washing My Heir
3.Watering Houseplants on Houseboats and Wearing a Housecoat
4.The Immediate Problems Caused by Getting Tinsel in your Blood Stream
5.Gepetto’s Tools Were Not Toys
6.Fortified Whine
7.Fitness Videos By Aging Glam Rockers or Shawaddywaddy’s Squaddie Body
8.All The Dignity I Can Muster
9. Being Present (I said I would, Neil)


36.4k running – The 0.4 is very important.

26 days on the bounce of running. Including 3 PBs

3 Poems worked on – Cycle, Working Out, Editing The Arecibo Message.

2 poems fedback to a friend

1 Chinese New Year and Burns Night evening

1 day without cigarettes. I was doing so well until last night. Back to it today.

1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green


Becoming Faiake, Jo Reed Turner
The End – Gareth Writer-Davies

The Masked Singer, Where Eagles Dare, Love Island, Parasite, Schitt’s Creek (S6 E1-8)

Listened to: 
Phoebe Bridgers, Stranger In The Alps
Julien Baker, Turn Out The Lights
Dawn Landes, Fireproof, Sweetheart of the Rodeo, BlueBird, Meet Me At The River
REM, Up, Automatic for the People
Do Make Say Think, Stubborn Persistent Illusions
Sharon Van Etten, Remind Me Tomorrow
Radiohead, The King of Limbs
Bill Ryder-Jones, Yawn
Yorkston/Thorne/Kahn, Navarasa: Nine Emotions
Caspian, On Circles
The Cinema Under The Stairs Podcast #10
and of course, The Archers…

Bonus Content

Sastry Claus: He Moved Me

One thing I’ve found myself doing more as the years progress is making notes in the email app on my phone. I do it for poems, things I need to do, ideas for things to write, etc. At the start of the week I made some notes in an email draft for this weeks blog. It was mean to follow on from the post last week about the wonderful news from Red Squirrel. OMG, what do you mean you’ve not seen it. Get yourself back a week. NB, while I’m here I have to say thank you to anyone that messaged me, posted a comment or like on Facebook/Twitter. My Facebook posts are rarely as popular unless I put up a photo of Florence.

Anyhoo, where was I ? Ah yes, so I make drafts for things, a lot. It’s not a perfect system, a lot of the time I forget to write it down in notes. For example, I had another theme for today all neatly outlined by the time I got back from my run this morning, and this week I’ve come up with at least ten more titles to giveaway that are now sadly lost to the fog at the edges of my brain (NB- Fog at the edge, etc is now on the list).

There is a point and here it comes…

In the week when I’m actually prepared/have thought things through it strikes me as Sod’s law that something else comes along that compels me to abandon my plans.

A good poem will often reach inside of you and cause you to sat “Yes, that’s exactly it” even when it’s not precisely that. A good thread on Twitter can also do the same thing, and such a thing arrived today.

I was scrolling through Twitter as an act of displacement to avoid cracking on with some re-drafting and I stumbled across this thread from Tom Sastry. Tom is a relative late-comer to the Twitter, but by Jove has he taken to it like the proverbial avian to H20.

While I’m here I must also point you in the direction of his excellent poems, either by buying his Nine Arches collection, A Man’s House Catches Fire, or his Smith |Doorstop pamphlet, Complicity or at the very least reading this. Please, also go and see Tom read. He’s also a brilliant performer and reader of his work. I would be happy to be half as good as him in front of an audience.

I’m getting distracted again, sorry. Back to Tom’s thread. It may just be the most perfect example of the right thing appearing when you need it. I’d like to think of myself as an early career poet and so this caught my eye – especially as despite the sheer joy of last week’s news the realisation that while I have lots of time to spare before 2023 arrives, it also means I have loads of time to worry of I’m good enough/worthy enough. Over-confidence is not an issue, but I read on…

I’ve taken screen shots as I’m rubbish at embedding threads on here, but the link above should take you to it in situ.

There is a lot to unpack and unpick here. More than one blog post will allow. Particularly the point about different levels of permission to experiment—I certainly want to come back to that point, but I’m not even sure what I think/understand of the issue to be able to say anything remotely coherent about it now.*

* This is not a guarantee that anything that follows is coherent either.

I’ve kind of touched upon the going back to old drafts point before. Clearly Tom says it in a far more eloquent way to me, but it’s reassuring. His point but the endless creativity before you slow down is one I can attest to. I have boxes of poems and ideas to work with – many I suspect will never see the light of day, but I love the idea of the productivity, but as we see in Santa Claus: The Movie (Stick with me, there’s a point to this swerve) the character of Patch shows us that productivity doesn’t always equate to quality. Sadly, I can’t find the clip of the scene where Patch’s Toy-making machine malfunctions, but hopefully you know what I’m talking about.

I can, however, find a clip of The Super Duper Looper, so perhaps I should make some sort of valiant attempt to compare the difficulty of transforming all the productivity into something that is definable as quality/working out how to define the nebulous notion of quality to the trickiness of performing the SDL.

But I probably shouldn’t, so I just hope you enjoyed the clip. Dudley Moore is a long way from Pete and Dud by the stage.

What does ring true and hit home for me (and probably should for almost every poet) is the part towards the end where he talks about being wrong about your work, that idea of being dependent on the new poem high.

Yesterday I had some feedback from the lovely Nell Nelson as part of her January Feedback window for Subscriber – a service that is sadly winding up now. Of the six poems I sent her there was one that I was confident would be a standout. And I was half right. It was the one that she was the least positive about. I 100% agree with just about everything she says about it, and the other five poems, but the feedback on this one has rocked me. I have gone from thinking I have a straightin-at-number-one success story on my hands to something that will be lucky to be included in a 20th anniversary boxset.

I am, however, also still a believer in this poem and the idea behind it, so I am girding my teeth and gritting my loins to go back to it and MAKE IT WORK.

Thank you, Tom. Thank you, Nell. And thank you, you.


  1. The Old Switcheroo 
  2. Trickier than pulling teeth out of a Hen
  3. Hen’s Dentist
  4. Never an Oeuf
  5. Len’s Flare
  6. Len’s Flair
  7. Boutros- Boutros Svengali
  8. Planting Fig Trees
  9. Guerilla Gardening
  10. Scabby Horse
  11. Start With the Punchline and Work Backwards
  12. Big Dogs
  13. Fog At the Edges of my Brain


38.9k running – The 0.9 is very important.

20 days on the bounce of running. Although today I said 21, having a) counted NYE -which is fine and b) made up a day – which is not

5 Poems worked on – Cycle, Working Out, A Short Survey, I nearly died (although it has a new title at present), Editing The Arecibo Message. Basically 5 of the 6 poems I sent Nell.

3 poems fedback to a friend

1 Running Club inaugural evening. Spent with the people I normally run with because the rest dropped out.

18 days without cigarettes. We’ll see.

1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green


Sightings – Kathleen Jamie – Finished this week, don’t know how it’s taken me so long
Becoming Faiake, Jo Reed Turner
Guabancex – Celia A Sorhaindo
The End – Gareth Writer-Davies

The Masked Singer, Succession (S2E5-10), The Dirty Dozen, The Wild Geese, Love Island

Listened to: 
Beth Orton, Comfort of Strangers
Adem, Seconds Are Acorns
Margo Price, All American Made
Mazzy Star, Seasons of Your Day, Among My Swan, So Tonight That I Might See
Laura Marling, Semper Femina
Lucy Dacus, Historian
Slow Club, One Day All of this Won’t Matter Anymore, Complete Surrender
The Verb, Publishing Podcast
and of course, The Archers…

The gift that keeps on giving

Yesterday was a bit of a shocker for the poetry world, the death of Roddy Lumsden has hit a lot of people hard. He seemed to be a poet that was very much about celebrating other poets and bringing people into the fold – I’ve seen a lot of folk talking about this on various social medias…celebrations of the man, tempered with grief at his loss. My thoughts are with them and with his family.

I didn’t know much of his work, but what I did know I liked. His was a body of work that I have always been getting round to – on the mental list of poets to get hold of. I only have one of his books, The Bells of Hope, which I like a lot, so I have no idea why I’ve not gone further with his stuff, but I’m sure I’ll get round to it.

For now, here are two poems from The Bells that I really like and seem to be apt for the moment.

The Haunt, The Bells of Hope
The Approximation, The Bells of Hope

In the spirit of trying to spread some poetry-based joy I have two books to offer up. I find I have spare copies of Polly Atkin’s ‘With Invisible Rain‘ and Paul Stephenson’s ‘The Days That Followed Paris‘.

Both are excellent books that deserve a loving home. I will happily send them on to anywhere in the UK – either both or to separate homes. Leave me a message below and I’ll be in touch. * UPDATE – THESE HAVE NOW GONE*

Polly Atkin, With Invisible Rain
Paul Stephenson, The Days That Followed Paris


  1. Dad Bod
  2. Dad, Bod
  3. Bod, Dad
  4. Bod Dad
  5. Light Seconds


36.5k running – The 0.5 is very important.

13 days on the bounce of running.

2 Poems worked on – Cycle and Working Out.

1 Running Club set up, possibly – more news later

1 utterly awesome bit of news

10 days without cigarettes. We’ll see.

1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green


Sightings – Kathleen Jamie
North, #63
Gopagilla – Roy Marshall

The Masked Singer, Succession (S2E2), Knives Out, The Dark of the Sun, The Dirty Dozen, Hidden (eps 4-8)

Listened to: 
Tindersticks, No Treasure But Hope, The Waiting Room, Falling Down A Mountain
Girl Ray, Girl
Emily Capell, Combat Frock
The Go-Betweens, Spring Hill Fair
Screaming Trees, Sweet Oblivion
Yorkston/Thorne/Khan, Everything Sacred & Neuk Wight Delhi
Mogwai, Kin
Grandbag’s Funeral – A new podcast
and of course, The Archers…