Here’s a few clips from September’s Homework event at Bethnal Green Workingmen’s Club:

Back in July this year, I was part of the city-wide translation manhunt, The London Poetry Game. There’s an earlier post about the project here.

I was commissioned by Sarah Ellis (Apples and Snakes) and Alex Fleetwood (Hide and Seek) to write a new poem for the LPG project. Once the poem was finished, every line [...]

I’ve had a longstanding involvement with Liverpool live/art collective Mercy. When I lived in Liverpool at the start of the decade, I was the host of Fiction@FACT: a night of poetry/video collaborations at the art cinema, working alongside Mercy’s resident poet Nafe Jones.

Although now I’ve moved south, I always try to keep one hand in [...]

October 7th is a traditionally busy day for us lot. Thankfully this year is no exception: from 2 to 6, I’ll be co-hosting National Poetry Day Live at the Southbank Centre, along with the awesome Caroline Bird.

I just got the revised running order through this morning:

2-3pm: Daljit Nagra, Jo Shapcott, Simon Armitage, Joelle Taylor, Aisling [...]

So, its about four weeks since I put out that call for submissions (see previous post).

As of this morning, I am the proud owner of about 90 versions of The Last Barman Poet. That’s wonderfully ridiculous. A big thank you to everyone that took time out of their day to write a remix / hip [...]

I think our third season of Homework has been the best yet. So far this year, our Night Of Literary Miscellany at Bethnal Green Workingmen’s Club has seen the launch for John Osborne’s Newsagents Window, a surprise performance from Kevin Eldon, the debut of Luke Wright’s Cynical Ballads, and an amazing performance from folk legend [...]

“a forensic Stewart Lee-esque disdain for life’s stupidities. A moving and compelling show which might have you swiftly returning for seconds.” – The List (****)

“A distinct lack of hype means too many will miss out on affable music journalist and Fringe first-timer Ross Sutherland’s remarkable offering. The Three Stigmata of [...]

The fine people at Escalator (to which I owe my presence at the Fringe) asked me if I could write a poem about Edinburgh that could be included in their press packs. I’m not sure if they used it or not (its kinda about me, rather than the Fringe, so I wouldn’t blame them), but [...]

This morning I am recovering from my worst gig yet at the Fringe: my pitiful attempt to rock the karaoke room at the Rockstar Games Party last night. I chose Phil Collins’s In The Air Tonight, and insisted that the reverb be turned up to 11 so I sounded “like Megatron”. Boos commenced. The humiliation [...]