The Price of Art in Luton.

I'm coming down off the worst of the pain now, which is more of a surprise than the hurting in the first place. Here's a stolen John Hegley poem to celebrate. The Price of Art in Luton

On the bridge approaching the railway, the man was begging. I said draw me a dog and I'll give you a quid. So I gave him some paper and he did. And I said, there you go, mate, you can make money out of art! Will you sign it? As I handed him the one pound thirty-odd I had in my pocket, he informed me that the signed ones were a fiver. By John Hegley. Neil Harris (a don't stop till you drop production) Home: helpmesortoutstpeters.blogspot.com Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com