Not keen on poems much. I used to write diaries, having heard lyrics that spoke to who I thought I was. (I wasn't) Came back a little wiser (certificates to prove it) and a little more adventurous for more worthy attempts (they weren't) Twenty something world spinning and gloating through immature language and a bit of Hammer Horror. Editors declined my invitation to join (they really did). Took advice and wrote out cheques (Support the independents). Flicked through the pages. Not keen on poems much.