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Nov 12, 2020
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JIM WIRTH
WHEN Pam Ayres made it big on ITV talent show in the mid-1970s, Mancunian wordsmith John Cooper Clarke found it oddly inspiring: “A poet making a living,” he noted. “At last, here was a successful contemporary.” In his elegantly sardonic memoir, , Clarke outlines his ideal of the poetic life: “You get to wear fine clothes and perfume and no-one pulls you up on it. You get out of bed late in the day and no-one calls you a lazy bastard.”
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