I left school when I was 16 and got a lousy job working in the permanently damp cellar of an old terraced house that operated as an insurance office. Surrounded by a dozen old filing cabinets overstuffed with mildewed files I soon became disillusioned with the work I had been assigned; filing! To ease the monotony I started writing despondent poetry-this was Thatcher’s Britain in 1982 and opportunities were scarce, hope was at a low and the future seemed very dull indeed. Around this time, maybe a little later, I discovered the poetry of the very brilliant John Cooper Clarke and was enormously inspired by his work. I’ve been writing poetry and song lyrics on and off ever since.
The following are poems written over the last 31 years. They appear in no chronological order.