Aspidistra magazine issue X

http://aspidistramagazine.co.uk/ One of London's most beautiful and creatively curated magazines, the Aspidistra, edited by Bella Szyzkowska, has just released its long anticipated issue X, wholly concerned with science fiction and monsters. I featured in the last edition of the magazine, in 2011, with some poetry from Red Museum about the Bocklin garden, and read at that launch in Peckham. This edition, like the last, is outstanding in its depth and quality, so many interesting artists and writers who I've not come across in other ventures. 

 My contribution this time is actually my first published Warhammer 40k universe story, and the only fiction I've had out in a long time. It is about a chaos space marine. Well worth a read. You can buy the magazine here  http://aspidistramagazine.co.uk/The-Shop

an excerpt!: "He began by burning houses, lumoflares tossed onto the rooves of buildings all around him. He began lacing walls with bolter fire, sensing the panic rising from the ground like mist. He shot vehicles, animals, store houses, supplies. Grain and water spilled from hand sized holes in the walls. The nurglings that had gathered at his feet, bizarre horrors of inhuman design all the more surreal in the sweet countryside setting of the village, rushed the food stores and began gorging huge handfuls, turning corn into soil, water into tepid mudwash, and gulping down this foul jam by the fistfull. Then the people began to run, women screaming, desperately clutching their children. With great swathes of his chainsword he began to cut them down, limbs and heads and torsos falling and scattering the earth. He grabbed out at hair, at hands, and dragged those too slow to escape to face his deathly mask. Their skin blistered with spots and lesions, bile erupted from their bellies, they fell, unstruck, dying of some rapid contagion, if pure horror itself did not put paid to them, Surgenilus yanked with effortless might as they toppled, breaking fingers, scalping hair, and feeling the childish stab of bullets against his power armour, he disdainfully regarded the puny rifles with which the few men stood against him. His bolter, heavy as a man, tore through them with horrifying ease. One villager charged him with an axe, Surgenilus sliced his belly clean open with a chainsword, its teeth whirring through stomach muscle as though as though it were paper. Nurglings swarmed the spilling entrails, chewing and tearing, leaving behind them a wake of children’s bodies, those they had caught and smothered and bitten to death in the melee."


Recipes


Recipes, S J Fowler
Limited edition chapbook - August 2012 limited edition chapbook [rcp cb19] A6 76pp 45 copies. Perfect bound.
£8 inc. p&p (UK)

recipes ~ S J Fowlerhttp://www.theredceilingspress.co.uk/   


a recipe for
Dutch Pancadas


// a glowing green of fresh life soup

// towels, an argos lamp

// a coathanger

// homemade remove, freedom from a baby shaped shackle having it on the cheap


Xing the Line


In ten days or so I'm reading at the Xing the Line reading series along with Tim Atkins and Fabian MacPherson on August wednesday 15th at 7.30 at the Apple tree pub, 45 Mount Pleasant, Clerkenwell, London. WC1X OAE http://gkpubs.co.uk/pubs-in-london/apple-tree-pub/

I'll be launching three new publications on the evening.
Recipes - published by Red Ceilings press http://www.theredceilingspress.co.uk/
66 pages - £8
"If this is some of what he ate where, then SJ Fowler also swallowed Antonin Artaud whole, calmed his stomach with bumblebees and psychedelics instead of milk of magnesia, and then started pogoing. These recipes are in the grand tradition of The Futurist Cookbook (offering chickenfiat; elasticake; simultaneous fruit), and Harry Mathews' famous "Country Cooking" (bludgeoned with an underwater boomerang)-- and provide food for thought for the hungriest of readers. Binge and purge!  This little book has completely cured my lactose intolerance."               Dr Tim Atkins (author of "The Atkins Diet")

Ways of Describing Cuts with the poet, Sarah Kelly by Knives Forks & Spoons press http://www.knivesforksandspoonspress.co.uk/waysofdescribing.html
22 pages - £5
"These poems seem instantly to surpass the benign conversational format of much poetic collaboration, instead arising from a violent and impulsive sort of play. They wound us as all good poems should, but, staring each other down from the ends of the page as if from opposite sides of a room, the real drama becomes in how the pieces vie and rally with each other, somewhat like combatants in a friendly knife-fight, matching taunts, comparing their quick cuts for deftness. But there's flirtation and approval beneath the show as well -- the poems appeal to each other as much as they aim to appal, teasing, correcting and provoking, meeting each others' lunges with unexpected gentleness. Like the best friendships or dialogues, we find the players alternately at odds and back to back, until any simple sense of opposition is overcome, seeded with generosity and enjoyment, demonstrating how in such fruitful encounters as these we can in the best possible sense 'fail to maintain our solidity."               Sam Riviere

The Primarchs with the artist, David Kelly by Bear press http://erkembode.wordpress.com/
42 pages - £8
"Integrated abstraction between artist and poet, a grotesque meditation on the founding fathers of the Warhammer universe... Disjunctive prose poetry that rifles through epic biography and underwear drawers, besplattered with the heavy pink of human fluids"

Please do come along if you're in the city

Tears in the Fence 54

http://tearsinthefence.com/ One of the longest standing and widest ranging poetry magazines has featured a poem from Minimum Security Poetry Dentistry in its latest issue. For over 20 years David Caddy has done a remarkable job soliciting poetry and criticism from the most expansive sources of contemporary British poetry and the journal always physically resembles the quality of its content. My poem 'Retirement gift' is in good company with work from Hannah Silva, Adam Fieled and Jennifer Dick.

animale romanesti published in Otoliths: issue 26


http://the-otolith.blogspot.com.au/2012/06/sj-fowler.html

"Issue twenty-six of Otoliths, the southern winter issue, has just gone live.

It's a great & wide-ranging issue as always, but I've run out of superlatives. So, instead, a minimalist introduction.

Contributions from: John Bloomberg-Rissman & Anne Gorrick, David Appelbaum, paul summers, SJ Fowler, Vaughan Rapatahana, Rico Moore, Kyle Hemmings, Philip Byron Oakes, Clark Lunberry, Arpine Konyalian Grenier, Kent MacCarter, Beni Ransom, Eileen R. Tabios, John M. Bennett, Jim Leftwich & John M. Bennett, John M. Bennett & Matthew Stolte, Douglas Barbour & Sheila E. Murphy, Richard Kostelanetz, Lakey Comess, James Mc Laughlin, John Thomas Allen, Donna Kuhn, Raymond Farr, Joshua Mostafa, Jo Langton, Elizabeth Welsh, Tony Beyer, Jordon Lofton, Mark Rutter, Eleanor Leonne Bennett, Howie Good, David Jalajel, bárbara mesquita, Jeff Harrison, Jill Jones, Bill Yarrow, Jeremy Freedman, Reed Altemus, Jim Meirose, Matt Margo, Andy Martrich, Tyson Bley, Deborah Poe & Gene Tanta, Andrew Topel, Roger Williams, Jason Joyce, Tom Beckett, Tim Keane, Charles Freeland & Rosaire Appel, Bill Drennan, John Pursch, Caleb Puckett, Matthew Stolte, Marty Hiatt, J.D. Nelson, Stephen Nelson, Marc Jones, Jack Galmitz, Márton Koppány, Francesco Levato, Cherie Hunter Day, Scott Metz, Sarah Edwards, bruno neiva, Keith Higginbotham, Dorothee Lang & Julia Davies, Felino A. Soriano, Emma Morgan, lindsay cahill, Bobbi Lurie, Marco Giovenale, Leah Muddle, Bob Heman, & sean burn."

Reader's block by David Markson - selection from the selection

Fighting with his wife, drunk, Paul Verlaine once threw their three-month-old son against a wall.

Saint Thomas Aquinas was an anti-Semite.

Saint Augustine said his first teacher was also the first person he ever saw who could read without moving his lips.

What has happened? It is life that has happened; and I am old. Said Louis Aragon.

If an ox could paint a picture, his god would look like an ox. Said Xenophanes.

Despite decades of self-analysis, Frued was forever so anxiety ridden about missing trains that he would arrive at a stationn as much as an hour ahead of time.

Joseph Beuys was a Stuka pilot in World War II.

In Konigsberg, where he spent his entire life, Immanuel Kant had several sisters and a brother and did not see any of them for a quarter of a century. At one point he had a letter from the brother and did not answer it for two and a half years.

Throughout the Middle Ages, often no more than a single manuscript of certain classics existed. One leaking monastery roof and the Satyricon could have been lost forever, for instance.

Raymond Chandler lived with his mother until her death when he was thirty-five. And then almost immediately married a woman seventeen years older than he was.

George Bernard Shaw was an anti-Semite.

William Butler Yeats was an anti-Semite.

Bruno Schulz was carrying home a loaf of bread when he was shot down in the street by the Gestapo.

Only a lunatic would dance when sober, said Cicero.

Frederic Chopin was an anti-Semite.

Lice in the locks of literature, Tennyson called critics.

An illiterate, underbred book. Said Virginia Woolf of Ulysses.

Impoverished and freezing, Gerard de Nerval hanged himself near a cheap Paris doss-house after no one responded to his late-night knock.

Alexander Pushkin was an anti-Semite.

Ernest Hemingway was an anti-Semite.

Ingenious nonsense, Isaac Newton dismissed poetry as.

Martin Luther was an anti-Semite.

Rilke died of Leukemia.

The vocabulary in Shakespeare's plays includes 29,066 different words. There are 29,899 different words in Ulysses.

Savonarola was burned at the stake in the Piazza della Signoria in Florence in 1498. Giordano Bruno was burned at the stake in the Campo de Fiori in Rome in 1600. Savonarola was granted the kindness of being hanged beforehand. Bruno was alive and conscious.

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens, Yeats said.

Mark Rothko committed suicide by slashing the inside of his arms at the elbows with a double-edged razor blade. First folding kleenex over one edge of the blade to keep from cutting his fingers.

Voltaire was an anti-Semite.

Georg Trakl died from an overdose of cocaine, presumed deliberate. Trakl's sister Margarete committed suicide also. There seems evidence of incest.

GK Chesterton was an anti-Semite.

Tolstoy and Gandhi corresponded.

Martin Heidegger was an anti-Semite. Who kept a portrait of Pascal in his study. While signing his letters Heil Hitler.

Toynbee finds twice as many civilisations in his history than Spengler did.

Mina Loy.

Thomas Hobbes was born prematurely when his mother became hysterical at the approach of the Spanish Armada.

Picasso, when told that Gertrude Stein did not look like her portrait: Never mind. She will.

TS Eliot was a virgin until his marriage at twenty-six. And possibly thereafter.

The tyranny of the ignoramuses is insurmountable and assured for all time. Said Einstein.

Tom Jenks & Chris McCabe - Seaside Special


Of all the facets of the Camarade series, probably the most challenging and the most rewarding is the curating of partnerships between poets. The act of putting together two writers who do not know one another, but whose work has subtle but forceful connections is a wonderful process, if it goes well, and no other experiment in this field has gone better for the the series than the ongoing poetical tennis match between Chris McCabe and Tom Jenks.

Seaside Special, a set of 31 literary postcards by Tom Jenks and Chris McCabe with an all star cast including John Betjeman, Allen Ginsberg and an unfeasibly large sausage, is now available for £10 plus £2.50 post and packaging in the UK and £5.00 post and packaging elsewhere. Each set comes tied with a Union Jack ribbon.
Click here to buy a set from within the UK for £12.50
Click here to buy a set from outside the UK for £15.00.

Richard Marshall - his bleak interregnum

An extraordinary critic and journalist and thinker, Richard Marshall's home at 3am magazine continually makes me feel pale in his shadow, which I undoubtedly am. The End of Times series is the apogee of his consistently incisive journalism, he has perfected the particularly difficult art of interviewing philosophers (which I have done and failed with Zizek, Critchley, Grayling etc... ) and every interview of his I read educates me (I always suspected that despite my BA and MA in philosophy I was hopelessly out of the loop, and so it has proved).


This review of Owen Hatherley's Journeys through urban Britain, entitled his bleak interregnum is a really lesson on pointedness and concision inhttp://www.3ammagazine.com/3am/his-bleak-interregnum/ I quote liberally ....


"When Cameron took his Tory/Whig alliance to war in Libya, it was a piece of PR. As a consequence, mercenary fighters for Gaddafi have subsequently left Libya and are currently taking down Mali. The Tory/Whig alliance is happy that no one is making this a story. The defeat of a dictator is the story they like us to like.


David Cameron asked taxpayers to pay over £21,000 for a second constituency home after taking out a taxpayer funded £350,000 mortgage in Oxfordshire whilst paying off the full £75,000 mortgage on his £1.5 million spread in North Kensington. This millionaire Prime Minister and leader of the Tory/Whig alliance comes from a very rich family and inherited his wealth. He supplemented his fortune by marrying a millionaire. Was he cheating when he asked people poorer than him for £21,000? A mystic says: ‘to burn the bones of the King of Edom for lime seems no irrational ferity, but to drink of the ashes of dead relatives seems a primative wrong.’ It is a salvo requiring the analysis of fire rather than the compounding of sun. This is written as a subsidence in fire’s coal, calx and ash.

Emile Levita was his great great grandfather, a director of the Chartered Bank of India, Australia and China with offices in Threadneedle Street in the City. He owned a grouse moor in Wales. His other great great grandfather was Sir Ewen Cameron, who worked for the Hong Kong and Shanghai Banking (HSBC) cooperation. He helped Rothschilds sell war bonds during the Russio-Japanese war. Both Cameron’s grandfathers and his father were stockbrokers. His father Ian Cameron worked for Panmure Gordon.

David Cameron’s father was very wealthy. David Cameron thinks that his father was hard done by but heroically non-complaining. He is quoted as saying, ‘My father always used to say that nothing in life is fair, but he was of the view that you had to muck in and get on with things and deal with the difficult stuff that comes your way.’ Ian Cameron owned racehorses. His best horse was Hello trained by John Dunlop which won the Criterion Stakes in Milan. The median price of a racehorse today is just under £15,000. The average price to keep a horse in training per year is about £16,000. But a winner yearling costs more like £300,000. Ian and David Cameron talking about themselves ‘mucking in’ is comparable to Helena Bonham-Carter discussing the hardships of being a pretty, upper middle class white actress. When she did that Kathy Burke told Bonham-Carter: ‘shut up you stupid cunt’. That seems good advice for the leader of the Tory/Whig alliance too. It seems good advice for everyone in the alliance."

The Library of James Harvey

My library is an enormous part of my life. As needs must in London, I inhabit one room, and the entirety of its walls are made up of bookshelves, overfilled with books. They are stacked on my desk, my floor, in bags, in towers. I spend time just observing them, taking their number, their colour into my mind. I see them in their hundreds and even thousands before I go to sleep and as I wake up. I choose them over the company of others often. I read at least two or three hours a day and write so often because I have read. I steal regularly, and if I'm not stealing from what I'm reading, I'm using it to begin my writing.

When James' family sent out an invitation to his friends and fellow poets to come to his flat and take from his library, as a way of privately and meaningfully distributing his books and gifting his friends a physical memento it was especially resonant to me. I am sure now, having spent some time doing so, with my friends and his wonderful family, that the unspoken necessity of books in my life was shared by James and every else who was present. His taste was a testament to him, and this might seem a slight and flippant compliment in the face of a man's death, but it isn't to me. I could see from who he read and how he read and how often he read, he would've taken this as I intend it. Moreover, his family knew him so well to think this gesture, this generosity to others would please him, and by saying I am of course not speaking for him, or claiming any knowledge of him, but for myself. This is exactly how I would like my books to be dealt with when I die. Invite my friends to my room, have them take as much and as many as they wish to carry, and let them actually be read, be thumbed over in the company of those truly appreciate and love them as I love them.

I live within a bus ride of James' flat, and I am by nature ambitious, so I left this bibliowake with three bags wortho books. Included in these titles were works by a list of poets and writers that I might have named as my very favourites, thinking, naively, that that list would be very personal and rarified and idiosyncratic. Handke, Khlebnikov, Ekelof, Michaux, Paz, Eigner, Herbert, Eliade, Rilke, Pound, Beckett, Hilson, OSullivan, Jaeger and James Harvey himself. The picture shows some of what I have inherited.

I have tried to say as much above, and to the people I met today, going through this library, full of true joy and inspiration and excitement and guilt, but this was a profound and personal experience for me, a privilege and humbling one at that. I am left only with more time to think of James amidst the new books that will slip easily into my already overlarge collection.


Fights now available on Amazon


http://www.amazon.co.uk/fights-Steven-J-Fowler/dp/1907088318/

My collection of 15 cycles of 9 poems about contemporary boxing and boxers through the medium of avant garde and free verse poetry, released last year with Veer books is now available on amazon. In fact all Veer Books now available on Amazon click  here  for their new Amazon storefront 

You can still order direct from Veer, as before, by emailing veerbooks@gmail.com with an order or an enquiry, or you can write to them at: William Rowe/Stephen Mooney, Department of English and Humanities, School of Arts, Birkbeck College, University of London, 43 Gordon Square, London, WC1H OPD. Alternatively you can phone us on 020 85210907.
We accept payment by cheque (£Sterling or $US), Paypal, or £Sterling or $US cash - please contact us at veerbooks@gmail.com for further details (including postage charges).

James Harvey memorial reading


On the evening of July 19th 2012, a large group of friends, family and fellow poets met in the Keynes Library, in Birkbeck college, in London's Bloomsbury to celebrate the life and work of the British innovative poet, James Harvey. It was a moving, and fitting, tribute to a fine poet and an extraordinarily kind, humble and gentle human being.  Carol Watts http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWzymLZEBLw
Jeff Hilson & Holly Pester http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhZcXbPPy1o

Wordpharmacy by Morten Sondergaard



http://www.wordpharmacy.com   http://www.mortensondergaard.net

One of the most considered, intricate and physically beautiful poetry works I've come across in recent years, Morten Sondergaard's 'wordpharmacy' is so sophisticated conceptually and wonderfully executed it really blows me away. Morten is a remarkably interesting poet, and with the wordpharmacy he really has cemented himself, in my view, as one of the best poetical practitioners in Europe. The work of Morten, like Eirikur Orn Norddahl, Cia Rinne, Ulf Karl Olov Nilsson, Paal Bjelke Andersen, Jenny Hval and I could go on, is so indicative of the width and depth of contemporary Scandinavian poetics right night.


I was lucky enough to be given one of the wordpharmacies by Morten, who I interviewed for the Maintenant series. To view it in person is really to come across something original and wonderful.


"By rewriting already existing instructions for the use of medicine, Wordpharmacy playfully intertwines the structure of language with the healing principles of various medicaments. Like pills, language is something to be consumed by the body, and in turn it does not only affect our conceptions of things, but it also comes to designate our very corporal movability in the world. Consequently, words are not only something we consume, they are refractory entities that in turn define and consume us. Wordpharmacy can be seen as a poetical gesture endeavouring to let words work their magic from within the body itself."

Angel Exhaust 22 is published, and Im in it, thanks to Linus Slug

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel_Exhaust Angel Exhaust is a magazine with an immense history, and was begun back in the late1970s by Adrian Clarke, amongst others, who is a poet I was exposed to early in my involvement in the London scene through the writers forum and who had an intense affect on my own writing at the time. This latest issue of Angel Exhaust features a subsection of poets who have been featured in Freaklung magazine, edited by Linus Slug, where I appear. 
I owe Mendoza (Linus Slug) more than just this publication. When I first took the decision to physically involve myself in readings and the poetry community, after years of writing privately, without seeking other poets or publications, Mendoza was one of the most generous people I met, inviting me to the Bill Griffiths memorial reading as my very first experience of what London poetry might offer. An incredible night to begin such a thing, the bar being set uneviably high. When I look back now, with Griffiths work having become so important to me, it is sad I never met him, arriving poetically, as he departed.
Mendoza not only published me and invited me to this reading but to the Morden tower Barry MacSweeney reading, which has become a significant milestone in the recent history of innovative British poetics. And her work is also magnificient, lacing together the vital strains of experimental poetry and Northumberland lore, as greats like Griffiths and Basil Bunting did. These viking heartlands grow ever more in my poetic consciousness as time passes, and I become further removed from my own three years in the North, when I studied in Durham. I regret not knowing then what I know now. Mendoza has been very significant in cultivating that feeling for me.
It's not the editors fault but the intro in Angel Exhaust to the Freaklung section somewhat purports an idea of London poetics which I think is mythical at worst and out dated at best. The idea there is a rolling movement of poetry through the squats and warehouses of East London, and a culture built purely on zines is a misnomer I think, and is another limitation of definition which is not necessary. I think I don't like it's connotation because it suggests the few enclaves of the avant garde which are an insiders club, and remain so, positing themselves as a hermetic society of experimentation so experimental they suppose they tower over others. It is my experience when you actually speak to younger poets in London, everyone is both inside and outside, everyone has a reason to feel left out and included at the same time. 
Though my featured poems feel very, very old to me, from Red Museum, my first book, and so I don't like them, the magazine itself is extraordinary, full of great work including a fascinating interview with Zoe Skoulding. http://angelexhaust.blogspot.co.uk/

Ways of Describing Cuts with Sarah Kelly published by Knives Forks & Spoons




I'm delighted to announce the publication of a new book from Knives Forks and Spoons press, my collaboration with Sarah Kelly, called Ways of Describing Cuts...


Sarah and I collaborated over maybe a nine month period, last year mainly. Her work has an intensity and a clarity I admire greatly, and I knew writing with her would improve my practise because she in genuine in her engagement with experimentation and language. She currently lives in Buenos Aires so we're not really able to launch the book properly, but it is wonderful to have it in print, it is such a beautiful object and something I'm proud of. 


Always pleasing to be a continued part of the Knives Forks and Spoons endeavour too, I truly believe, in time, what Alec Newman has achieved over the last few years, will be seen a vital moment for British innovative poetics. The cover for the book is also a wonder, by the remarkable British artist Joel Ely http://www.joelely.com/

The book costs £5 and is 22 pages long. You can read a sample here http://knivesforksandspoonspress.co.uk/Resources/WAYS%20OF%20DESCRBING%20CUTS.pdf and very generously this is what Sam Riviere and Robert Sheppard had to say about it.


'These poems seem instantly to surpass the benign conversational format of much poetic collaboration, instead arising from a violent and impulsive sort of play. They wound us as all good poems should, but, staring each other down from the ends of the page as if from opposite sides of a room, the real drama becomes in how the pieces vie and rally with each other, somewhat like combatants in a friendly knife-fight, matching taunts, comparing their quick cuts for deftness. But there's flirtation and approval beneath the show as well -- the poems appeal to each other as much as they aim to appall, teasing, correcting and provoking, meeting each others' lunges with unexpected gentleness. Like the best friendships or dialogues, we find the players alternately at odds and back to back, until any simple sense of opposition is overcome, seeded with generosity and enjoyment, demonstrating how in such fruitful encounters as these we can in the best possible sense 'fail to maintain our solidity'.   Sam Riviere


'Dogging among dock leaves, these dogs are people. Experience collaboration as (deliberate) mishearing, conversation as alliterative iteration, juxtapositions as jousts.  ‘Not a poetry,’ the text lies. The lyric ‘I’ bifurcates. These two writers keep it tight, irresistible. Fresh cuts from two new tongues.' Robert Sheppard



Pictures from Camarade: edition III by Alexander Kell

Alexander Kell continues to produce invaluable photographic documentation of my events and really the quality of his work seems to get better and better, if that is possible. That he gives his time to the Maintenant events out of friendship is really remarkable. These pictures mean a lot to the poets and will come to mean even more in years to come, I hope. http://alexanderkell.tumblr.com/





Camarade at the Nova festival

Everyone involved in this undertaking couldn't have been more generous to be around all day of a long day, even when the torrential rain and subsequent 'festival' mud swamp somme conditions were only one of the many challenges we faced to make this reading happen at the Nova festival, in Bignor Park, in rural Sussex, on a Sunday afternoon. I probably would have burst a vessel were it not for the generosity of spirit and good will, and serenity, of all the other 18 poets who made the journey with me. If it wasn't late bus drivers taking random road breaks, the horrific British summer weather, painfully unfunny festival comedian introductions, traffic jams for miles and so forth, the day would have been perfect. However, thinking of it past tense, as I said it my post reading remarks, there is an undoubted glory to the proceedings now precisely because of the levels of absurdity the day managed to register.Of the many pleasures the day brought, seeing the amazing work producing by Georges Szirtes and Carol Watts made it entirely worthwhile. Carol has been a mentor to me, and George was so unusually gracious about doing this reading, and I believed, though they had never met before, that both their practises as poets, while being divergent stylistically, maintained a fundamental core of dignity and humanity and energy, and so it seemed to prove. Their work was really striking and I believe will continue on into the future.
It was also a real privilege to host two of the most exciting young, modernist / avant garde poets I've come across recently, Juha Virtanen and Robert Kiely, who both stepped up for the reading without much warning and produced a real display of their talent as writers.
Philip Terry & Tom Jenks http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTZUk7K5uuM
Andy Spragg & David Berridge http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RFOHz_iDms
Simon Barraclough & Isobel Dixon http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkFYytlH_Ls
Emma Bennett & Holly Pester http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COo5N8-MbGk