Manchester Piccadilly Train Station
Happy New Year everyone! Today I decided to hand out all my left-over poems from the year, so I thought I’d go somewhere busy and employ a little helper (my friend Morgan) to help me shift the pile.
Piccadilly seemed an obvious choice – lots of people with nothing to do for an hour or so but sit on a train, who could spread the poems across the country or maybe even further. One man had been on a trip to the football museum and was very happy to receive a poem to read on his way back to Hull. Another said he was going to sit on the train and “decipher it”.
Of course a lot of people took us for annoying flyer-givers, and one man asked if we were Christians and was quite disappointed when we weren’t: “God bless you both!”
We also talked to a Hare Krishna who swapped us his own flyer (apparently the website includes 2,000 vegetarian recipes) for a poem and told us: “This is the luckiest day of your lives. If I could choose between a winning lottery ticket and this, I’d choose this.” I might start using this line when handing out poems.