My heart feels waterlogged tonight, but I will continue to laugh long into the future at Graham’s impression of a crap poet that didn’t deserve arts funding – that was the first time I had a proper conversation with him, years ago, in the bar at Alt Fiction in Derby. I still recall it now whenever I smell a fraud in the arts and I start to grin. Graham had a marksman’s eye for the disingenuous and he was a natural leader (the good kind that we have too few of). And I’ll always be grateful for a compliment he paid me four years ago because it will always do me the world of good. He was an inspiration on and off the page to so many that knew him. His family and his closest friends must be in pieces and they have my thoughts.
I think this is the only pic I have with Graham, at WFC in 2013. Taken on a happier day than this one.