A’ managed tae get a spot at Loud Poets which is part ae the I Am Loud collective.

The organiser whae let me grace his stage is in the middle. A’ve forgotten his name but he wiz a guid cunt. They geezer on the left wiz the headline poet and entertainin’ he certainly wiz.

These two lassies were laughin’ practically aw the way through ma set, while the rest were sittin’ open jawed. They came up tae us at the end tae say they ken plenty ae othir cunts jist like masel. Pare ‘hings.