criminal behaviour, but he assured us his poetic licence would protect him from police prosecution. And his creativity didn’t stop at word play. In another rap he outlined his incredibly useful inventions (including a bottle with a bottle opener attached because nobody ever has one, and a table that creates food according to the weight of the people sitting round it.) So sad he’d lost the blueprints in his very untidy uni room-mate’s mess.
Alex de Suys’ fluffy bunny rabbits rebelled against being made into a literary device; Marcus read “Chess” by Louis MacNeice and painted black on black; Jos meditated upon insecticide (not as a gardener, however).
Lana told us about a man she thought she loved and another who was The One; Kyle spoke of Earth Dreams and asked “Let there be a shiny reason to breathe”.
Eddie claimed that poets are like lions and coastlines are one long argument of tectonics, and read a very moving poem, written that day, about his father coping with illness.
Geoff had been reading the headlines and cannibalising them in collaged poems about trash, the brontosaurus , the shop of controversy and gorilla girls.
Ivor performed an eloquent set: Crystal Kings, a wholly different kind of imagination and Cupid – who is not a child fit for war.
As for Dónall, he was in a mischievous mood and read his (in) famous poem about the embarrassment of being a hot blooded suitor while wearing a kilt on a very hot July Day in 2008, and followed it up with the one about waiting in the lingerie department of Debenhams while I chose a bra. I didn't have my answering poem with me or the tone might have been even further lowered. Lucky we had Ed on hand to rap about it all!