I’ve spent the last ten years living inside the head of a poet.
I’m a discreet lodger. Christopher Reid (born 1949) is hardly aware of the arrangement. I occupy only the part of his mind that, between 2005 and 2008, was composing two of his masterworks, A Scattering and The Song of Lunch.
I have spent the past ten years trying out, developing and presenting a theatre adaptation of these books. The show, called , heads to Edinburgh in August. It is staged with