One of the great things about living in Portaferry is having Castle Ward a ferry ride and a stroll away.

Looking through the boxes of stuff in my parents’ flat we found, amidst the tetanus vaccinations from ‘73 and the school reports, this, which was what got me going into the poetry thing. From 1992, my first publication, and look at the company kept. (You’re thinking, mate, all downhill from there.)

RIP David Johansen, New York Doll