Thursday's bash at the Tudor was a strangely muted affair as not only was there a lack of poets but the pub itself was devoid of punters.

Undaunted, the poets who did turn up generated a lot of atmosphere and produced some great performances including an assured debut by Laura Quinn.

Photos of the event can be found at http://tinyurl.com/24vpd6

Yes Paul,the poets who turned up did generate their own atmosphere.
I have said before on a thread that atmosphere cannot be bought.
Not all nights are great, but that doesn't matter, as long as the people that are there have a good time.
I did, and was impressed (again) with the standard (though who am I to say?).
How come Laura Quinn (hope thats right) didn't seem nervous?
Well done her!
Pete didn't care. His last poem was fantastic. But I'm a Pete fan anyway.
I didn't care. A beer and a few mates make me happy enough.
Sorry about the lack of punters but that's how pubs work.
And I believe the management are thinking of cutting the noise from the other room out somehow, but this may stop people from coming through to see what's going on.
What you think. Pub noise, or a clique? I'm not sure personally
PS. I was great. Ha. I have a large trumpet.

John set the tone of the evening with his fire engine poem. Always a crowd pleaser and audience teaser.

Laura Quinn made her exciting début , I look forward to hearing more from that little lady.

It is nights like this that test the resolve of the WOL team.
The venue was seriously lacking in customers, though it picked up trade- wise later.

This did not stop this from being a really enjoyable night, the resolve was put to the test and the poets delivered.

Phil Golding showcased his new stuff and I'm happy to see his confidence growing each time.

The night allowed for hidden jewels to be revealed. Paul and Julian's improtu backing group for Alan's performance gave us rare ruby stones of laughter.

Julian's poetry was thoughtful and some phrases sent shivers up the spine. This theme of thoughtfulness was continued by Sandy in her explosive poem about muslim women, apologies can't remember title.

In Paul's performance, Dr Curio raised his mysterious head, a timeless and always pleasing visitor.

Alan, as always on top form. Death quivers in his jack boots, as Alan seamlessly weaves imagery through wit in his homage of the dark lord.

It was refreshing to see Mel, break from seriousness and wage a silly campaign. Enlisting the help of the silly soldiers, Alan and Baz, she gave us a glistening Emerald of pure nonsense.

Steve in a sapphire blue jacket gave us passion and travel and passion in travel. With his dulcet tone, he seduced all into his journey.He was more prose than poetry and I know he won't mind me saying that.

and what can I say I'm Darren Thomas fan, I follow his stuff on the 'Wonderland' thread and enjoy the metamorphic crossover from page to stage, his last poem entertained us in a Scottish accent!

I enjoy it when we have to all pull together as a team and counter the threat.

I read 'Stupid hot-dog', 'good news' and my eco poem 'Murder in the meadow land'.

What the night lacked in numbers.
It gained in words.