I had the best time recording some poems for BBC Wiltshire and Prime Theatre directed by the wonderful Mark Powell, including my take on a cockney ‘Oh, I Wish I’d Looked After Me Teeth’ by Pam Ayres and one of my favourites, ‘Valentine’ by Carol Ann Duffy.
Last time I was here, I was ten and reading out a recipe. Speaking of which, if you fancy the best pudding ever, try Nigella’s cookie dough pots (add a scoop of peanut butter in the middle).
They've now been taken down from BBC Sounds, but you can listen to the recordings here.
Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love.
Here. It will blind you with tears like a lover. It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion. Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips, possessive and faithful as we are, for as long as we are.
Take it. Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring, if you like. Lethal. Its scent will cling to your fingers, cling to your knife.