Gary Dexter

The poetic state of the nation

The British public’s taste is changing rapidly. And the most poetic people aren’t the ones you’d expect

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It was past midnight in Norwich. There was a keen wind rifling up London Street. It was dark and it was January. I was hoarse, my feet hurt and, more to the point, I was cold.

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