Poetry

Mine, and occasionally others'.

Guesting with A Car Load of Poets

16/08/2017 - 14:30

Janine turns in a ten-minute guest slot with ...

A Car Load of Poets present no-punches-pulled Ian Winter. His 2014 show GORDON is described as extraordinary, a tour de force not to be missed. “He throws words at you like Cooper Clarke”. Broadway Baby. He has supported Luke Wright and Attila The Stockbroker.

It's actually 2.40-3.35pm, but this events calednar likes to work in 15-minute slots.

Lord Farr's Lounge-a-Palooza at the Edinburgh Free Fringe

18/08/2017 - 13:00

Janine is delighted to receive and accept the invitation of the noted raconteur and bon vivant Lord Farr, who curates a choice selection of his favourite acts from around the Fringe. Comedy, magic, music and more, all for the viewing pleasure of you lovely cads, bounders, dandies and ladies who (liquid) lunch. Bottoms up!

Venue: Bourbon Bar, Frederick Street, Edinburgh EH2 2JR

Lord Farr's Lounge-a-Palooza at the Edinburgh Free Fringe

16/08/2017 - 13:00

Janine is delighted to receive and accept the invitation of the noted raconteur and bon vivant Lord Farr, who curates a choice selection of his favourite acts from around the Fringe. Comedy, magic, music and more, all for the viewing pleasure of you lovely cads, bounders, dandies and ladies who (liquid) lunch. Bottoms up!

Venue: Bourbon Bar, Frederick Street, Edinburgh EH2 2JR

Guest poet: Phill Jupitus is Porky the Poet in 'Survivalve'

17/08/2017 - 12:30

As our world drifts inexorably towards an uncertain and troubling future, join Fringe regular Phill Jupitus in his stanza bandying guise ‘Porky The Poet’ for a delightful hour of verse, chat, and the Edinburgh specific daily ‘Ten Line Fringe’...

Plus a ten-minute guest slot from Janine.

Venue: Bannermans (Venue 357)

 

GlastonTory

They sleep in mansions instead of tents
They never scale the perimeter fence
There's high-class bogs for the ladies and gents

Only the rich elite may come
Get orf their land, you common scum
Tarquin's squiffy on a shot of rum

So tell us a true-blue campfire story
It's better than bloody Jackanory
The tales that are told of GlastonTory

My Love Loves the River Lea

My love loves the River Lea
Discovered in recovery
Visits uncover mystery
On trips with children one, two, three
Took looks and books and maps and found
His sanctuary, his way around
Walking Summer at Rammey Marsh
Fetch the ball tossed in the grass
A cup of tea and a water tub
At the café by the rowing club

A Tale of Two Cities (The Rich and the Towerful)

It was the best of times
and the worst of times
And the north of the borough
gets the worst
Because of accidents of birth
and because that's just the way it works
And yes, you guessed,
The south gets the best
And the rest of the country
had only registered
that Kensington had a proletariat
when it shocked the commentariat
by electing a Labour MP

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