The Slagheaps of My Youth

Artist and performance poet John Wade proclaims his paean to the departed landscape of his childhood around the Mansfield coalfields. This is a lament for the bland replacement of a challenging countryside dominated by pit scenery. Michael is taken to new heights.

[@chrisappleby1966]

A genius poet and a peerless rendition. Certainly made me feel nostalgic for the slagheaps on my youth playing on the pit tip at Mansfield Woodhus...

[@UKjazzbandfan]

Amazing. What a wonderful rendition by a poet of the highest order. Wade soldiers on, like the great artiste that he is, and is not at all phased by the odd noises around him. Listen carefully for at least two champagne corks being popped and some loud cooing by some nearby wood pigeon. Magnificent. I'd would certainly like to hear more of the works of this new-found talent.

[@GdpIsNationalIncomePerYear]

Strange bloke, strange poem. The mines are much better off gone. Not sure why anyone would wish for them to come back.