12/10/2025
I had a brilliant night listening to poetry and songs from John Hegley courtesy of .
While I'm not able to perform due to my VERY broken ankle, I can listen as I still have two ears that work perfectly.
I've loved John's poetry for a long time. His stoic delivery of the absurd and loving care of the ordinary speaks to my heart.
We worked together over 25 years ago on a production of the 1950s musical The Pajama Game at Birmingham Rep. I was part of the stage crew, building and shifting scenery and he was front and centre, singing, dancing and playing a man from America and not Luton.
We spoke about it and marvelled at what a ridiculously long time ago 1999 was. He was then, and remains now, a very good human.
What with my joy at discovering poetry on neurodiversity and delight at playing with words I fear, dear reader that I am being dragged into the riptide of prose.
I will never leave the mainstream of storytelling, but I am developing a tributary that's meandering across lush meadows. I bloody love words and I look forward to continuing to be irreverent, passionate, ridiculous and enthusiastic about many things in an additional medium.
Scroll to see an unsolicited photo of three people who collectively managed to get me out of the house for the first time in six weeks. And it wasn't to a hospital. I bloody love them too.