The Language of Glove

Julia: Look, I’m waving my mittens at you frantically. What’s going on? Mike:  I know exactly what’s going on because of our ‘language of gloves’ game, which was a big hit in our recent Keats-related event at the excellent Hastings Book Festival in September. By the Regency era, slinky-glove-semaphore had developed into a fantastically elaborate …

‘Talk to me of monstrous breakfasts!’

(We’ve just been to the Lake District to perform ‘A Joy Forever: Keats, Wordsworth and other loaded encounters’ at Rydal Mount) Julia: So, about those ‘monstrous breakfasts’ … Mike: Well, you found that phrase in Keats’ letters. Which we took to mean expansive (we had monstrous great breakfasts every morning of our Lakes stay at …

What’s next

A wrong turn driving to Suffolk once landed us in Essex, and the resulting conversation ultimately inspired Julia’s pamphlet Now You Can Look We have googledoc gigabytes of similar accidental ideas that will one day lead to the next books or the next events. When time and money allow, this is where we’ll tell you about them.