Andrew was born in Manchester. He began performing whilst studying at Newcastle, where he set up First We Take Manhattan with Mark Corcoran-Lettice. He now lives in London and performs regualrly in the city as well as across the country, particualrly Edinburgh, Cardiff and Manchester. His work is availble in The Alarmist, Flash magazine, Belville Park Pages and Dogear. It was displayed as part of the 2012 Bolton Arts Festival. He has appeared as a performer and guest on Culture Lab Radio and other stations. In 2007 he co-wrote a play with Jamie Clarke which was produced at Newcastle's Northern Stage Theatre. His work is light-hearted, but not light. His influences are his Mum, Carry On Films, Frank Sidebottom and the J D Wetherspoons conglomerate. He is keen to engage in collaborative projects and to establish spoken word events in unusual venues, any ideas get in touch... "The Les Dawson of Spoken Word" Richard Purnell
Emperor's New Clothing The crowd laughed out loud, they were cruel and mean the emperor's cock was the smallest they'd seen. Mother Superior My Mum is not a nun. But I doubt yours is either... Adrian We snaked along the hall in a crocodile which took quite a while, because everyone was shoutingandpushing and the teachers were poutingandsushing and husing and we were rushing and the excitement was building and so was the tension. And so, I later realised, was the teacher's pension but the poet's wasn't. So he was in the hall expected to entertain us all, in short, inspire us, to hold us in thrall. Adrian Henri in all his bearded Ginsberg glory. And he did with wit and poems and stories, but his mind must've been harking back to past glories. To the Merseysound and the Liverpool Scene a 1960s nightdream. And his mind was probably anywhere but there a 1990s daymare played out on parquet flooring, a backdrop so dreadfully boring for a greyhaired poet earning his grant. But the children were so enthusiastic and their reactions ever so drastic and it was good and it was bad and it was happy and it was sad. And afterwards we went back in the crocodile (who'd been waiting outside, and was, by now, used to thirty children travelling inside him.) But everyone forgot all aboui it after a while. And years later I read the Merseysound and thought how I'd met one third of it but hadn't really well, sort of met him, nearly...
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