Fantastic, top quality poetry was lapped up by the audience last night at the Red Shed. While those unwise enough to choose football suffered a laboured evening of limp attempts at creativity, inside the Shed we got one of country’s top spoken word performers at the top of his game. Not a flat spot was to be had in the entire evening, he engaged with the audience like old friends and such was his skill that his opener, a harrowing tale of people locked into various sordid situations in public toilets, was turned into breathless, bathetic art. I want his “sad” poem on a t-shirt. So on the money I couldn’t breathe. With gifted support from Hannah Stone and Robert J Langley, all present knew they were in the only place to be on a chilly October night.