7th February 2019
While working in a well-known pharmacy chain, Jeremy Dixon found surprising inspiration.
His poems were written on the ends of till rolls and smuggled out in his socks.
Anyone who has ever worked in retail will recognise the characters and situations, and the management-speak absurdities; but Jeremy also brings his perspective as a queer writer to bear, with witty and wicked results.
That’s my voice on the Tannoy
doing the end of day:
This store will close in ten minutes
so please make your way
to the tills at the front
of the shop to pay. Except when
I release the blue button Suzie
Dispenser says it was far too soft
and garbled, nobody understood.