The Corn Hall’s Poetry Club has been a showcase for a delightfully eclectic selection of poets over the last few years.
It’s fitting that, for the final session before the Hall closes for refurbishment, the evening’s curator gets top billing, and uses it to riff off his earlier persona of the Fat Dandy, with a show featuring the stay at home version.
Support was provided by James Grady, an angry young man, whose emphatic style is clearly indebted to the path Wright had beaten ahead of him. Nonetheless, he has things of his own to say, about fast food, Groovatoriums, and Coventry.
Engagingly self-effacing, he seemed genuinely embarrassed when pressganged into going his “rude one”.
Wright offered up a glam-dad, a teacher, a drinker, a toll booth operator, and his father the commuter, in his pleasing collection of poems, the sum of which is a lovely portrait of modern Britain.
While we are used to hearing Wright try new material at the Corn Hall, it was a delight to hear his nascent work bedded in and delivered by this consummate showman.