It rained. Part of the building had fallen off. The bar was heaving with Carphone Warehouse partygoers. But The Rialto launch last night was a…
Poetry
Tag: michael mackmin
As a poet friend once said to me, it’s always lovely when a poem finds a home. It’s true – it gives you permission to…
So there I was yesterday lunchtime getting on a tube at Oxford Circus on my way to Victoria and home, when I overhear the words…