All my life I have been attracted to the seedier aspects of life which I put down to my mother being a drunk and my step-father not giving a damn.
So I left home at the age of 16 too seek my fame and fortune and ended up 5 years later in a re-hab clinic having suffered a nervous break-down....boy did I get that wrong.
So I've travelled and drank my way acroos this country more than once and finally set down in the small town of Weston.
It's ok here I suppose if you like watching OAP's just sitting around waiting to die...but for now I make do.
'James Joyce was a pussy' I tell him.
His face reddens,
his blood pressure sour's
...
'Your 'poetry' isn't
for everyone' he said.
'You're right' I said.
...