This was one of those special nights. Packed house. Great acts. Nothing quite the same as what went before. Welcome to Red Shed Readings. The open mic was top quality. We think our one-poem-only brings the best out of people. Mickey Higgins mixed poetry (The Bronte Bastard was a highlight), and old songs. J Frisco blew the minds of the audience members: We’re always really proud to avoid the obvious choice (given Mike Harding’s folk background) and presented genre-fluid experimental improvised music from three prodigiously talented women who’ve already been recognised by several awards just months after starting out. Then, after the usual confusion, chaos and lowest-common-denominator-fuelled competition we got Mike Harding. I can’t believe it: When I was about 13 he was an absolute hero. The I was 15 I saw him live and laughed till it hurt. Tonight, he read from his Fishing for Ghosts collection and had the audience entranced with poetry of the first order, linked by a seemingly endless fund of daft stories. Then, rather than shooting off, he stayed ages, generous in his conversation and time, even giving some shrewd music biz advice to J Frisco. If only all of life were like this. Maybe it is and we just don’t notice. Who cares. Thanks to all who came.