As there doesn't appear to be a review of the evening, I thought I'd do one.
Some poets came to my local and did poems.
The compere man was very good.
A man came from stratford.
He was very good.
Some other poets did poems.
They were very good.
I did a poem.
It must have been fuckin brilliant because I got whisky on stage.
Or was that because it was my birthday?
All in all it was very good.
As a reviewist this is probably very good.

happy birthday for Thors day Baz. i left a pint of ale atop the cigarette machine.

Thunduring night

DG was good compere
wonderful atmosphere

thanks pete
yes the atmosphere was very good.
I got my beer thanks
It was very good

I wasn't there in person, Baz. But I did a spot of remote viewing (I'm DEPRA trained -- you know, DEPRA's that bit of the Pentagon dedicated to telekinesis, walking through walls, telepathy, stopping goat's hearts by staring at the goat etc) and from where I was sitting the Wigan gig looked like a dreamy game of Twister (this isn't Kansas, Toto/Godot/Garbo). The poets did red spots, blue spots, yellow spots, green spots and orange spots. There was atomic entanglement. The mic was the diameter. The compere was a right circumference. No, it was Reservoir Dog spots, Baz, and the audience had it's collective ear hacked off.There was poetry, Baz, but it was all in the mic, Baz.
And where were the hats, Baz? I was waiting for the next installment of 'the hats' and it never materialised. But happy birthday anyway.

Moxington
That's short for Moxy
Wot???
You confuse me sometimes.
Marry me anyway

Hey Baz

'the wondrous world of Barry alders hats' is fun fun fun

are you going to do it again? Idea is original! I also recall 'Barrys sleezy bed scene' again funny and original!

and I remember them, so they had an impact, a lot of poems go in and out and you never take them away, but with yours they seem to stick in my head and I think that's because they resonate. I know you sometimes arrive on stage bevvied and ok, we have a laugh at our drunken antics, but, and its a larger type BUT, I really think you can take your work further / deserves more, you have good imagination, I can see that , whilst life is a laugh, I agree but also im serious when I say you should keep writing and believe in your talent.

Baz you should do more, you got imagination and some good ideas, why not take it all further?

Come to some more events/writing/groups
you are a writer Baz you should take it further.
come on, get along to a workshop/read around , keep the ideas coming.

I'll work with you if you want.

I second all that Mr Crompton says, Baz. You've got talent and originality.Go forth and poetry.You know you can.
And hey, what're you on with? We are married.

Errr thanks Pete and Moxington
However having taken to reading a little poetry recently, I know that the more well known poets write in a way that is totally different from myself. I don't/can't write like that.
I write simplistically so that the audience will know exactly where I am coming from.
I don't want people to stroke their beards whilst listening, and going hmmm a lot.
Also, I don't even consider myself a poet. You lot invaded my local a few years back and I just get up for a laugh. As you know, many of my poems are written drunkenly at the bar about an hour before you all arrive. I can replace a plug socket pissed, but that doesn't make me an electrician.
But I may take you up on your offer Pete. Let me have a think.
Incidentally, I have spoken with the goth bird, and we will re do the bed scene soon. I'm trying to up it a notch by having sex on stage whilst reciting a poem explaining why I'm shit in bed.

I know what you mean Baz - whenever I try to do rhyming poetry mine becomes very unsubtle (probably cos I started off doing dirty hen party numbers). Everyone elses seems better. But I think you just have to get over that and celebrate what you do well - we are all individuals and how boring would it be if we weren't. You bring humour to poetry - which is much needed in this world and on this site. Don't know if you'll remember me - I'm 'Old Mother Hubbard' - I did the number in April about how hard it was to be a poet/mother!
I did so enjoy your hat number!

Re 'being shit in bed':- You just have to practise more Baz - or do exactly as you are told...
Sorry for lowering the tone - it's my hen party roots popping up again.

Cheers Isobel
Yes I do remember that poem, which is odd as I don't usually even remember bloody Thursdays!
To be honest I've given up rhyming stuff. If one comes in to my head as I'm writing, so be it. If not I just put something else. I'm still chuffed with my 'proletariat - get your daughter fat' thingummy though.
As for sex it's hard (tee hee, pun intended) to practice when you're my age. One gets tired quickly.

As usual.loved it at Wigan on Thurs.14th.I think it's because of the variety of poets/styles that turn up! ...that and the absence of snobbishness!

Loved Steve Regan's picket fences poem which worked well as a flipside of the coin to Baz's hilariously heartfelt attack on Socialist's,etc!

From John Darby aka John boy of Wigan!

Yeah, another great night at the Tudor. DG as compere was consistently hilarious throughout the night - even though he had the cheek to make out I was a Scouser. Some of us made later it to the Boulevard of Broken Dreams in the town centre for a few sherberts. Top night. Well done to all concerned with the organisation of this night, and the great pub that hosts it, and all the poets.

Baz - I missed your proletariat number - I got the short straw of going to the bar cos everyone was gagging. You don't get to hear much from the bar but everyone told me you were brill - you'll have to repeat for me one day.

Was there a man from Stratford? Damn! - wish I'd known - could've cadged a lift.
Cx

Pete,
I have thought long and hard, and yes having spoken to a few peeps, I would like to take you up on your offer. Especially having just read your cigs pome.
Best by e-mail methinks. Address is Barryalder@aol.com.
Incidentally girlies, don't think that the public advertisment of my e-mail address is an excuse to write to me requesting any nocturnal fluffy business!