My dad always said my stalwart rejection of both accountancy and the civil service (his preferred career options for me) would one day lead me into wearing a greasy uniform and asking customers “Do you want fries with that?”
Later this week I’ll be getting exorcising those demons by working a stint in the Poetry Takeaway. The Poetry Takeaway van has been touring the UK filled with keen teams of poets who take orders from members of the public and write them bespoke poems in under fifteen minutes! I’ll be cooking up some new poems on Wednesday noon-5pm in the Poetry Takeaway Van which will be parked up in the Southbank Centre. Drop by for some extra fresh poems with the ink still wet!