By DAVID COLLARD
The final poem in Julian Stannard's latest collection, What were you thinking?, is entitled "East Finchley". Here it is in full:
It's always sunny in East Finchley.
It's always funny in East Finchley.
That's enough about East Finchley.
East Finchley has a few things to snag the flâneur's interest: the Phoenix cinema, with its baroque auditorium and jazz moderne exterior; the Bauhaus-influenced Northern Line tube station with its modernist archer statue aiming an arrow straight at the heart of London; Black Gull Books, one of the very best second-hand bookshops in the capital and . . . well, that's about it. The place lacks romantic allure.