Like many other authors, I guess, the confines of Covid and hours to spare, lead me to put together my first collection of witty verse, working with Sarah Bailey Cartoons, who provided some hilarious illustrations.
Four and a half years later, I have 3 collections;
'A Laff From Lancashire' 'Another Laff From Lancashire' and 'More Laffs From Lancashire' (You can see I was super inventive with the titles)
My next plan is to re-release all three as one jumbo anthology, which hopefully will be out before Christmas, or certainly early next year.
This year, I have been working on a project to develop a collection of witty verse about getting older and becoming a pensioner. This has involved performing to groups of Lancashire’s elderly folk, then having a good old chinwag over tea and biscuits. The experience has been entertaining and inspirational. My collection of ‘pensioner poems’ is well underway now with an aim to be available later in 2025.
For the past 18 months, I have been performing my poems at open mic sessions and events throughout the county, and thoroughly connecting with my ‘Peggy from Hi De Hi’ inner self….I just love having an audience!
Pam Ayers remains my main inspiration and I was thrilled to see her live at this year’s poetry festival in Morecambe.
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Lots of poems and videos for you to enjoy if you fancy a chuckle, just look me up. Let me put a smile on yer face, go on, ave a laff wi a Lancashire Lass 🙂
Nitty Nora
‘Nitty Nora the bug explorer’
School visitor in days long gone,
When pupils queued outside ‘er door
To be examined, one by one.
She must ‘ave been tall, or we wer quite small,
Cos she towered above us you see,
With ‘er knobbly ‘ands in ower ‘airy ‘eads,
We wer subjected to close scrutiny.
She looked fer eggs and creepy crawlies,
That could live upon ower scalps,
And if she found some evidence,
It really made us yelp.
We felt such shame if we wer infested
And to ower mums ran ‘ome.
Ower ‘eads got washed in Derbac soap
And ower ‘air was combed and combed.
All cleaned and all t’ nits expelled,
Back at school, th’ ordeal was over,
Until t’ next time ower school got a visit
From that dreaded, Nitty Nora!