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What do you reckon is your greatest achievement to date?

This has changed over time. Aged 18, it would probably been good A Level results, then later 1st Class Honours degree. Later again, that I had helped so many people when working for Social Services. Now - probably having so much of my work published. I remember a Teacher, when I was aged about 7 telling my mother that 'I had got it in me to write'!


  • What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done / experienced?
I'm sure there are more important or notable things but the one that leaps to mind was telling my cousin (who had just split with her fiance) that I didn't like Denis as much as Albert. 'Oh you don't do you,' said Denis coming up behind! I was about 9 at the time.


  • Do you have a quirk or unusual habit? Tell us about it if you’re comfortable doing so.
I'm a bit ultra organised and get anxious if my metaphorical files aren't in order!


  • If you could have any superpower, what would it be and how would you use it?
Oh, peace to the world, the extinction of humankind before it extinguishes itself and takes everything with it, to stop more Israeli aggression (as things are right now)...


  • Is there a book you really liked when you were younger that you forgot the title and author of, and couldn’t find it again? Tell us what you remember about it
Can't think of a book but there was a TV play, probably early 1960s. I remember the title - The Taxi's For Johnny - but not the author. I think I did another search just a year or two ago and did find it, but I've forgotten again! Some of the scenes were about an ordinary family waiting for a taxi to take them to a picnic and waiting for their son Johnny to join them from his room. There is a young blond woman there who doesn't seem to fit. The other scenes are of a young man waking from a dream and talking to the prison officer in the Condemned Cell before being taken out to be hanged for murdering his girlfriend. The scenes alternate throughout the play. You are never sure when watching it which is dream and which reality and the ending doesn't resolve it.


  • How would you want to be remembered?
As someone who tried to make a difference in a positive way. And of course, for some of my poems to be remembered from time to time!


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