In a darkened hole somewhere in Biggar, Satan’s meat-suit aka David Bishop, is bleeding from every orifice and killing random rodents in fury. Well perhaps not outright fury, but he’s definitely in a snit. Having spent two years demonising poetry as the work of …his own, the very talented Sean Martin has ignored Bishopian scripture and won the Wigtown Festival 2011 Poetry Competition. Massive congratulations to Sean and commiserations to the Bishop.
Writing the Long Way Around 
That is hilarious!! (Apologies, catching up on my blog reading only now ;)