by Richard Tyrone Jones.

This April I, Richard Tyrone Jones, an otherwise-healthy, gym-going, everywhere-cycling, non-smoking, mostly non-alcoholic poet, managed to win ‘ideopathic’ (ie mystery) heart failure that would leave my distended, saggy water bomb-balloon heart pumping at just 10-15% of its optimum capacity. How did it happen? How did I manage to not notice that the [...]

Fringe report 2009 – Richard Tyrone Jones of ‘Utter!’ spoken word, Fingers Piano Bar (5.30pm)
The run-up to the Fringe was hard work, sending out and chasing up press releases, inviting people on Facebook etc, but resulted in interviews in The Fix and Three Weeks, a psychological boost, although from straw polls I carried out neither [...]