Adam Warne is a poet of truly heart-warming and startling proportions. He raises the bar for ‘performance poetry’ up so high you’ll never need to see another performance. That’s right. I once hastily said he’s the only poet I’d ever place alongside the bands who play at Something Good, and I stand by that statement, however drunkenly it may have been made. He’ll be reading his poems, telling dubious jokes, rattling cages and soothing worries before every act of the evening. And if that face don’t persuade you, you’re not welcome.

Adam Warne is a poet of truly heart-warming and startling proportions. He raises the bar for ‘performance poetry’ up so high you’ll never need to see another performance. That’s right. I once hastily said he’s the only poet I’d ever place alongside the bands who play at Something Good, and I stand by that statement, however drunkenly it may have been made. He’ll be reading his poems, telling dubious jokes, rattling cages and soothing worries before every act of the evening. And if that face don’t persuade you, you’re not welcome.