COMMENTARY
Change. 1994 was Year Of Change, like almost all of them. I quite fancy a year without change actually. I began it in a cold, but comfortably terraced house in Leicester, living with my then-girlfriend, and a somewhat affected arts student. It was a hard year - I was in my final lap of University, so the first part of the year involved being penniless, and working very very hard at getting through to a Degree. The second half saw me unemployed for three months, and thus producing my first, unpublished / unpublishable attempt at a novel. After that, I spent time living in Brighton-Upon-Sea, and Haywards Heath near London. In some failed attempt at starting a career. Work, the thief of time. At least I got something good out of 1994 - I can�t remember what though.
NOTE
These poems use the old layout of the site, some quite dated white upon black design.
I don't like it, but let's just say it's a 'retro' design. Might be worth a bit in a few years.
An Englishman Abroad
Blue
Congratulations
Dreams Of Home
Failures
Insomnia
Let Britain Die
Love On The 2.40 To Nottingham
Miracle
Richard Nixon's Grave
Superstars
Time
Unrequited Love Poem No. 410
"it's only a model"
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