Without a doubt, the nicest poetry event I’ve been to in ages. A greasy cafe in Bradford’s Oastler Centre market, Saturday afternoon, poets at one end, regulars still ordering fry-ups at the other. Never mind decaf lattes’ they even had frothy tea! You could perform on the steps, so long as you didn’t mind the bloke moving you out of the way every now and then to go and get a sack of tea cakes. Main attraction was Jane Steele who gave a brilliant performance which even took time out to give advice to Klingon Mengele, or whatever her name is that’s marrying that James Hewitt’s lad. Met some ace people and was initiated into the ways of Wur Bradford by Chemaine Cooke.