When Evil Goes Wrong

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.           Wigtown Poetry competition Sean Martin blog Continue reading When Evil Goes Wrong

A Man of Letters

Drying my hair this morning, I got to thinking about Patrick. Don’t ask me why. I met Patrick about 12 years ago when I was opening a restaurant in Portobello Road in London. It was about two days before our opening and as I was arguing with two electricians, the coke bitch that was the fiancée of the restaurant owner, a Brazilian kitchen porter who swore he was legally in this country after seeking asylum and that the photo of the different man on his passport was ok with immigration, the front door opened to show a grey haired, grey bearded … Continue reading A Man of Letters