
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Brian Bilston is…
Very English.
Probably my age as he mentions Morrissey a few times.
Probably inclined to write about Woolsworth if it was still around (he has a Poundland poem instead.)
Not into the Daily Mail.
Not into Jeremy Clarkson, Piers Morgan and Katie Hopkins.
Into spreadsheets, post-it notes, anagrams, forms and lists.
Into the sound of lorries and ice cream vans.
Probably an ex-stand up comedian.
Twitter’s poet laureate.
Scribbling away on public transport as you read this.
Like that mate of yours that enjoys anecdotes over a pint.
A nightmare to translate into other languages as his poems are so very English.
Well attuned to the plight of refugees.
A good gift for that mate of yours that’s scared of poetry.
Good at poking fun at modern day life in Britain.
Self-deprecating.
Perhaps a pseudonym or even a collective.
Enamoured of punch lines.
Well-versed on daytime telly.
Better than me at making listed items rhyme.
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