In a vain attempt at bourgeois credibility, Manchester's sharp-dressed, sharp-delivering punk poet Lenny, changed his name to John Cooper Clarke and embarked on a polysyllabic excursion though Thrillsville.

Clad in the slum chic of the hipster, he issued the slang anthems of the zip age in the desperate esperanto of bop. Expect a mix of hilarious anecdotes of life in a Northern town interspersed with machine-gun fast delivery of some of his best poems.

'If you think poetry is dull and boring, or posh and erudite - you haven't seen JCC!'

'... funnier than the throwaway gags of almost any stand-up' (The Guardian)

'A cult hero. Up there with Jonathan Richman and Simon Armitage as one of the great poets of our time' (Mark Kermode)

'Single-handedly invented an art form' (Bill Bailey).

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