Francesca Beard
Romance is not dead but alive and kicking against the cellar door of Tim Wells’ imagination.
Roddy Lumsden
Tim Wells is a man of contradictions - both a post-ranting lowlife herbert and a pantoum penning polymath.
Book Description
Atop the skyline of London he jumps from building to building armed with nought but a stubby blue biro stolen from a local bookmaker's and a head full of incendiary verse. This phoenix of a man has risen up from the ashes of performance poetry wiping the chalky residue of Ginger John, Seething Wells and Little Dave from an immaculate Loakes brogue with a curiously monogrammed J-Cloth. Ideas flash behind his eyes at a speed that makes the internet look like apes hammering out crude morse code on toasters. Whether savaging love, lampooning society's mountebanks, lauding Stephen 'Blakey' Lewis or namechecking Jimmy Lea, this paragon of man shows no clemency in verse that excites, entertains, delights and jump starts your cerebral cortex like an Iggy Pop feeding you a Semtex aspirin. I give you Tim Wells, the three chord downbeat Raffles. Now sit down children, and let him give you the subject for today... - Phill Jupitus
From the Inside Flap
Tim Wells is the guy at the bar with all the best stories. Whether those tales lead us through the gutters of L.A. or the streets of Stoke Newington, he never loses his immaculate timing or filthy sense of humour. Pull up a stool and enjoy. - Clare Pollard
