Poem: Mike The Juggler

Mike The Juggler. I met him in my first year here, I was down for university. He was up for throwing tennis balls about.

Full of piss I was, as was usual then, and I marvelled as the man – a throwback to some sort of carnival barker, barking mad perhaps, but hey, who’s to judge – would throw these balls about and grimace beneath his little woollen hat. H…