Against my better judgment, I went to see Felix Dennis last night in Manchester, where he gave a poetry reading with free wine and canapés. Who is he? Well, Felix Dennis is to poetry what Jeffrey Archer is to literature. Except Archer doesn’t need to offer the free wine.
His poems are just awful. He reads them in a ridiculous gravelly voice which you normally only ever hear in movie trailers. And whereas I’ve heard that Archer is charming, Dennis is hard to like. He is pompous, opinionated about matters of little importance and self regarding. He likes to tell his paid audience how wealthy he is, and is a bit too frank with his sexual reminiscences. Pass the wine? No – pass the sick bags please!
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