We had 18 poets and audience members last night, including 3 new audience members and Simon Ellis' fantastic Middleton debut with the hard-hitting ‘He was just a young man’.

Feedback recieved was:

Good Points: great atmosphere, everything, lovely atmosphere, Gus' tie, all very nice, very welcoming, flapjack, the people and poems, friendly, socialising and talent, Gemma (aw shucks), all, nice jeans (?), entertaining.

Areas For Improvement: diversity of poets, Gus' pants (I thought they were the best pants in the room for what it's worth), the weather, new undies (?), frustrating.

Another good night although all poets were soaked through to the bone, with our lovely british weather. We had a night of emotional poetry, multiple personalities and laughter and that was just from the former Gordan Zola who is now known as Allan Gray. Allan Gray asked If life was a fairy tale in his poem "If" and he made us all hungry with his tasty "Sweet Wrapper" where he had the munchies for crunches. Rod Whitworth couldnt decide on a name for his first poem which was short and to the point and he also expressed his love of " Gardens", thats gardens not gardening. Linda Morgan impressed us with her emotionally charged poems " A Flourencnightinggale after all" and " Buttercup Shadows". Simon Ellis gave a very sad poem titled " Goodbye Little Brown Dog", which many related to. Val Cook gave " No Gurantees" and read a lovely poem " It was then".Jefarama had some ups and downs to share with his first poem " Ever Get That Feeling", but lifted the atmosphere with his "Noise of the Night". He finished the evening with a very load tribute to punks. Julia Mclay did a touching poem to a wol poet that died and wrote us an " Advert for the Old Boars Head". Rob Goodier read " Sonveniour" about shattered memories. Gus Johnson read a poem from his book about his grandfather called Twitter". The poem he chose was titled Grandmother Hilder and told of a life touched by tragdy. Paul Blackburn felt he was somewhat of a superman, which some aggreed upon. He read words from a song he and Nat Clare written and performed in his band called " Speed Head". He then chose to alienate call with his histerical "Pea Brains" which he dedicated to all in the room (I wonder if he included himself in that?). And finally Gemma read her very touching poem on the Colcunspeel Rocker which is always greater recieved. She also delivered two short but powerful poems about a boy she used to know. I read " A Battle Within" about those who suffer with mental health and "Together" about a cuddle with my little boy Jake. All in all the atmosphere was nice and we had a better turn out that last month when the sun was shinning and as for the areas of impovement, if you want better undies, then buy some. Til next time

Hi You two Lovely ,lovely, girl people,

My Name Is Gus Jonsson.... and the book reference was title TIC and his wife, my Grandmother was Hilda..., the flapjacks were so wonderful that I'm going to have to write a poem to them, and many thanks Gemma for warming to my pinkish jeans... you moreover then anyone, I'm made up and giddy with, well I can't explain really, bit like when the best looking girl in class gave you a love heart.... that sorta wow feelin'.... Hey up Kate, The review was ace by the way...

Gemma, I shall dig deep into my wardrobe dreaming of ways to please you...it's you it's you that does it... what on earth does she put in her flapjacks... I love red hair... and red shoes.....as well you know.

Great night
thanks
Gus

sorry about the mis spellings Gus and thanks for your compliment