We were at York University last night to see and hear a reading by Carol Ann Duffy. The hall was, gratifyingly, packed beyond capacity, with many people unable to find a seat and standing at the back.
She read several love poems from Rapture, and others from The World’s Wife. These she wrapped in fragments from [...]
I was at the National Railway Museum yesterday to formally launch the opening of the York Literature Festival.
The festival runs from the 1st to the 15th March. Although not on the scale of Cheltenham or Edinburgh, there is a varied programme on offer, mainly involving local writers and readers, of whom there are many. Among [...]
New Title: English and Chips
In The Fragrant City, the city of my birth, 3500 kilometres away, I’m nothing until I can speak English. This wasn’t the case for my father or his father, or for any of my ancestors going back more than 12,000 years. They were who they were. But for me and my [...]



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