Every now and again, something comes up which gives you a warm glow. This was such. Large theatre audience. The North's top slammers and me. Despite not doing anything I'd planned, I got to the semi-final before I was knocked out by national favourite (and current face of the Nationwide Building Society,), Joy France. Wel done to her, but the nicest bit of the whole lot is that, whenI saw how well she'd gone across, I dropped the idea of trying to beat her with performance, theatrics and other bits of business and decided to go out doing Normanton is Made of Dying Stars. Not a slam poem, but one I can stand on anytime. It felt right and I floated back to the hotel.