This was published exactly a year ago, by my long-suffering but open-minded publisher, The Knives, Forks and Spoons Press: The Poetry of Gin and Tea.
It’s a semi-fictional account of leaving teaching due to woke horrors, and was impossible to get reviewed since I’m cancelled in the poetry world (mostly a relief). I’m glad to be out of the claustrophobic absurdity; a place reeking of insincerity and crowded with humourless bores.
The culture war now raging forced people to take sides but I was always a complete horror to most there, seen at best as a ‘right-wing’ contrarian maniac. When they were winning, my stuff could be tolerated - in patronising terms. But they’re now losing. Not vanquished but increasingly seen for the authoritarians and imbeciles they are. People are starting to quietly shift sides. Needless to say, the literary world won’t reflect this.
Anyway, here’s some publicity I did for the book: