The poet Lee Harwood had a telling sense of humour. We once shared lively gig in a Guildford theatre with our mutual,and often thunderingly verbose, friend Jeff Nuttall, or who took a post-reading questioner aback with an extraordinarily extended excoriation of the literary establishment. A long silence suffused the gob-smacked bourgeois auditorium,eventually to be broken by a stage whisper from Lee: “Said Piglet.”Continue reading...
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