not so much these days, but generally I do, and it’s great. I used to perform them at poetry nights and have competed in 2 slams both of which I lost (hoorah) but I was a runner up in the mini spoken word slam and was the only poet who got through to the final (hoorah)

I’ve been published sporadicly in obscure anthologies and journals you’ll probably never come across unless I shove it under your nose and sit there arms folded until you read it (which I will never do) and have been a poetry judge for an anthology/website. I’ve ran Haiku workshops and even been paid for reading but I still see it purely as a hobby. I won a bursary to attend an Arvon Writing course in the Yorkshire countryside which is the best workshop I have ever attended and hope to go again very soon.
But best of all I drunkenly blagged myself onto the poetry stage at Glastonbury festival and managed to hold my own without stumbling too much.

My influences are Charles Bukowski, Frank O’Hara, Carol Rumens, Liz Lochead, scrabble games, Julia Darling, Christopher James, Ted Hughes, WH Auden and the 60s psychedelic folk music. I like writing when I am drunk and write spontaneously on newspapers and maps though I prefer thin brown paper, I like how it crackles underneath biro pens. I tried to write a poem about the rain yesterday but it was shit.