Tag Archives: Poetry

‘How f—ing useful is that exactly?’ (part of quote from graffiti artist Banksy)

Banksy wasn’t coy, he used the whole f-word, but I won’t: ‘The key to good graffiti is economy. A simple splash of paint in the right place at the right time is all it takes. An old lady with a … Continue reading

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Two dog night, no dog morning

Saturday. Under clear blue skies we set sail for Manchester.  (I lie. We drive.) The hotel’s grand. Victoriana at its best. Come six o-clock we head out, past the old town hall, accessorised for fun with helter-skelter, big wheel and … Continue reading

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