My mum brought this collection home from a John Cooper Clarke gig where she saw Luke Wright as a support act. She tells me he was brilliant and I’m kind of bummed I didn’t get to see him perform to be honest, because I tend to connect more with spoken word than written poetry, so I thought I wouldn’t really get much out of reading this. However, it felt much more accessible than a lot of poetry I’ve read before, and like it was written in my language. I really liked a lot of what he had to say, and I was getting a lot of imagery through. I still think I’d probably love it more if I heard it, but I’m very glad I experienced it in some way. A rounded up kind of 3.5 for me.