I had lost my job of breaking in new shoes for men with big feet, but hadn’t yet found my current job of burning decommissioned pianos. With nothing much to do one day, and no money with which to do it, I snuck in the door of an exhibition of paintings by people who didn’t know how to paint. The gallery walls were lined with works that appeared to have been completed by a donkey with a paintbrush attached to its tail – further proof (as if any were actually needed!) that with a prehensile tail you can do just about anything.
Howie Good’s latest poetry collection, Gunmetal Sky, is due in February from Thirty West Publishing.