Not many people know of John Bradburne - not as many as should, since he is probably the most prolific English poet. But you will be excused for think...
My grandad, Donald Burt was a massive wow, with red wine, paint and stories bulging in his ample belly... along with heroic amounts of pickled onions and cheese. He sadly passed away last year, but has left enough incredible tales to wear a quill down to a molten stem.