For a few years, during the late Naughties I guess, I made the doors of my Nissan Micra available to passers by as a place for poetry. I provided a random bunch of magnetic words, some prosaic and some poetic, and put a few together to start the ball rolling.

Funnily enough, apart from a few friends having a go at social gatherings in fields, the public remained uninterested, (or is that disinterested?)

I guess social conservatism and conditioning are wider spread than I thought. Anyway, here are some pictures …