I am currently working on the proofs of 'Strange Bamboo' or 'Strange Bimbo', as my wife rather pointedly calls it. The book contains everything that I think's any good since 'Aphrodite's Anorak', back in the dark days of 1996, with the result that most of the poems have been scuffing around for a decade or even longer, making cameo appearances in pamphlets, anthologies, magazines, booklets and so on. I'm familiar with nearly all of them and can't wait to formally kiss them goodbye. Tim Dowd told me recently that the important thing is to "get poems out" and he's quite right. Now I can start again.