The Coulage Tank

This first of seven talks on the arts looks at the rise and demise of Community Arts,

Half scripted, half improvised, the poet faces interrogation at the local cop shop. Was his poem in Pix 6 stolen and did anyone read Pix 6? Are all the poet's poems stolen anyway? And if he has stolen them, did he not then murder them? This is a Crime Busters fly-on-the-wall interrogation, not for the faint hearted.

The picture restorer’s invoiceUnder honeysuckle sprays, a cinder path runs up to the barn and around its brick footingsto a thick archway of clipped privet, through which lies the picture restorer’s door. He stands mixing pigments with linseed oil, cleans brushes with turpsand stares intently at the painting before him.A woman in rags looks up from the canvas to feet she has te

Stable Press, Haverhill Poetry Group, Ipswich Poetry Workshop and the Jubilee... with a poem, The Corn Dolly dole queue blues,' to round it off.

From skimming the pit in the meat factory to riding the Lansing Bagnall across the factory floor, while trying to hang on to a dream.

Back from Liverpool I returned to education, briefly, but was I born to tip my cap or was I a fire raiser after all?

Called back to Liverpool from Clare, Suffolk, to help make a film. Here too is 'Something in the Air,' the Woodside Ferry and the reality of poverty in the city.

The Haverhill Echo was an independent newspaper in Suffolk. Now long gone, I look back at my highs and lows working as a trainee reporter there in 1972

Here is part one of my autobiography (1967-1971). This autobiography will cover my enthusiasms in drama, art and poetry over the years. In part one, an English teacher saves me via a play, a drama course makes me and a spell in Liverpool finds me eating supper with Adrian Henri.

A diary exploring playwriting. In this edition: theatre courses, psychology in plays, 1968, Silent Witness and remembering Max Wall.