MINKS

just watched the Bill Grundy interview with the Sex Pistols in the 1970s. Looks like Grundy wanted to go down in flames - and glory. Obviously he must've realised the interview would make him very famous, but would also have the effect of curtailing his career. Good on him that he had the pluck to go on air and make a fool of himself. Its only entertainment after all. I'm sure the Sex Pistols didn't care, probably too busy banging each other to give a monkeys about Grundy. The last look on Grundy's face is priceless as he utters 'O shit'.

did I also say that you can find the original poem MINK in Paul Muldoon's book QUOOF. (a mink escapes from a mink farm in South Armagh and is led to the grave of Robert Niarac (an SAS officer murdered by the IRA in 1977 in South Armagh. He had a reputation similar to that of Lawrence of Arabia or Orde Wingate.) by the mink on his anorak. Basically the point of this pointless exercise is that niarac rhymes with anorak (but also plasticmac - maybe..) My poem is about how old corpses rise again from their graves to trouble the living.

JULIUS CAESAR's a good play:

Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much; such men are dangerous