The Meeting
He tells us what to think and do And shouts until the air turns blue And when he’s done enlightening folk He goes outside and has a smoke. She bites her lip and lifts her hand Says “I’m not sure … Read More
Marxist. Trade Unionist. Socialist-feminist. Author. Poet. Speaker. Tutor. RMT ex-Exec. Workers' Liberty. Autie. Bi. PUFC fan.
Mine, and occasionally others’.
He tells us what to think and do And shouts until the air turns blue And when he’s done enlightening folk He goes outside and has a smoke. She bites her lip and lifts her hand Says “I’m not sure … Read More
New words for The Clash classic, ‘Garageland’: Backing the Farage with my bullshit detector Winning an election with a Tory defector We hate politicians but we’re worse than the rest Keep quiet about our policy to destroy the NHS We’re … Read More
That tear-stained bit of David Cameron’s Conservative Party conference speech … “How very dare you suggest I don’t care for the great NHS? I love it so dearly I’d sell it for nearly As much as my granny – or … Read More
I’m rubbish at saying I Love You I’m not one for a romantic kiss I’m rubbish at saying I Love You I’m better at taking the piss I’m rubbish at saying I Love You I’m sorry if that is remiss … Read More
The fall from grace of the little-known Brooks Newmark, holder of the little-known post of Minister for Civil Society, caught sending a todger selfie to an undercover journo. Oh Brooks, oh Brooks How bad this looks For eve-of-conference dramas What … Read More
In England and Wales, women are killed by current or former male partners at the rate of two a week. Click the names highlighted in this poem to read the stories behind the statistics. Thanks to Counting Dead Women for … Read More
London Underground cleaners are refusing to use new biometric machines to book on for work, seeing this as a threat to their civil liberties. I clean your station, pits and cess Blood, sweat, tears – and other mess Morning, evening, … Read More
The Queen’s horse, Estimate, was stripped of its second place in the 2014 Gold Cup after testing positive for morphine … The Queen’s horse is on drugs! Who’d have thought? Bastions of privilege Now cheats at sport Broken Britain reaches … Read More
An alliterative ode on the occasion of the passing of an aristocrat: Deborah the Dowager Duchess of Devonshire has died Did ever a life-end alliterate with such alarming aloofness? The chatelaine of Chatsworth, champion of chutney, Charles’ chum The Prince’s … Read More
At Rich Mix London, 35 – 47 Bethnal Green Road, E1 6LA London, United Kingdom And here’s it’s bumph … It’s the poetry show with the big stage, the winning hosts and the Forrest Gump line-up (‘You never know what you’re gonna … Read More
For John Leach, probably the nearest I’ll get to a love poem: My partner’s pain at last has gone Long months of torment finished For weeks in sorrow soldiering on His suffering undiminished Good God, I’m glad they’re in the … Read More
A rather silly poem about artists in food and drinks establishments. Tip of the hat to Tim Wells for the joke in the final verse: I saw Picasso in the caff And offered him a tea Said he, “I’ll drink that through … Read More
Get this! Hopelessly unthinking about the barbarity and injustice of state executions, we have a “pop-up restaurant” themed as “death row dinners”. Pass the sick bag. May I invite you to my cell to dine? Is this the final meal … Read More