Bloody Awful Poetry Dj's as well as being fine Dj's also run their own very respected live nights.. well worth checking out...
Little Emperor (The Five Families)

Bloody Awful Poetry is neither bloody nor awful. But there is poetry, mostly awful. And lots of music which is distinctly non-awful. In fact the music is rather great. Have a look at our myspace for past lovers to see which marvelous musicians have graced our nights
Flyers and all additional artwork by Colette Elson

The winner of this December 07's Bloody Awful Poetry Competition was BEFotography with these moving stanzas...

It's a dirty admittance, this festive food makes me plump.
I'm now a fat bugger where there once was a bump.
When I can be arsed I am all festive and jolly,
Brandy and mince pies, often I get a tiddlely bit trolleyed.
Bleaching this beard, donning the suit,
Once every year Rudolph will have his one hoot.
Making children smile, doing my best,
They perch on my knee, I admit it, I am a convicted sex-pest.