John Hegley

A performance of pieces new and older, sung spoken and awoken with dance: meditations upon family, celery and happier daleks.

A return to Warrington, mandolin in hand with dippings into an animal alphabet and verses written whilst resident poet at Keats House, Hampstead.

Light and lyrical. Deep and daft. Come and sing.

Devised largely for adults but has proved tolerable for some 9 year olds.