Also, my book is now for sale. Perhaps you would like to buy it? Published by the fabulous dancing girl press, it contains poems about cowgirls, kissing, dandelions, Eyjafjallajoekull, Lee Hazelwood and rope burns on a Sunday morning, and the Glasgow subway system. You don't need to take my word that it is good—one of the poems will be featured in Salt's Best British Poetry 2012. Truly, what more could you ask for?
Perhaps Flohmarkts and Dutch bikes and all-you-eat-buffalo-mozzarella brunch? Ok Jane, you can have that, poise your feet for the pavements, get ready, wow.