“Tim Wells is an exponent of high/low brow, as styled by Roger Moore, but in the realm of poetry rather than quips, capers, and suave. He ventures to be bold.” John Cooper Clarke

Forward ever. Poems from pie and mash shops, car boots, dances, and written on buses in-between. Some nostalgia, waistline, hope. Crust down, fork, spoon, white pepper, chili vinegar, Double Diamond. I’m a one at a time eater, rather than perfect bite. My writing tends to the moment, the observation, rather than the exotics of bite.
There are meanings as much expressed in mash as Dauphinoise; the palimpsest of the plate once the liquor’s been spooned. Phill Jupitus’ art is a nod to the cookstrips in Len Deighton’s 1965 Action Cook Book, a clean take on food and cooking. The tines of class are sharp in both the novel and film, The IPCRESS File. Backward never.