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The new volume is called “That Awkward Age” but there’s nothing awkward about Roger McGough’s poetry.
Effortless word-play has the audience constantly chuckling, occasionally sighing and always nodding, usually because he’s hitting nails on the head with his linguistic hammer.
There’s the hilarious tale of the man who supports both Liverpool and Everton and beats himself up on the way home from the game.
There’s an ode To Contact Lenses which draws giggles of recognition from the visually challenged.
But there’s also room for the story of old Aunt Marj, the spinster who never grew up and whose death is recorded with poignant beauty.
His is the first public performance at the new Hope Theatre and what an eloquent reminder that this space is not just for music. His shy, almost nervous opening soon becomes a performance of warmth and intimacy as the audience realise that it’s ok to clap after a good ‘un.
Part one is a barrage of verse – short poem, long poem then poem so short you didn’t realise it was a poem, all tumble out into the perfect acoustic space.
As he approaches the interval he tells the audience that part two will include a question and answer session: “And I’ve got some pretty tough questions lined up!”
The Q&A is punctuated with more verse, picked seemingly at random but always totally effective.
A journey inside the head of Mr Florence Nightingale provides some of the evening’s biggest laughs:
Suffering I’m here
In a room cold and dampWhile you’re in the Crimea Swanning round with a lamp
And then he’s gone – McGough: the People’s Poet, the best Poet Laureate we never had (though surely there’s still time?), the Liverpudlian who wears his verse on his sleeve.
Other events lined up for The Capstone's first week include performances by Indian dance troupe Milapfest, the West Everton Children's Orchestra and Hope's own Joanna MacGregor, presenting an evening of piano music from across the centuries.
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