IN HER time, Rachel Fox has been “a claustrophobic club DJ, an alternative pub quiz host, an unambitious journalist, an immature teacher, a paranoid shop assistant and a market researcher who didn’t really care what the answers were”.
These days, she lives in Angus in north east Scotland and looks after her family full-time – partly because she likes it, partly because it gives her more writing time and partly because she is very bad at keeping regular jobs.
Her poetry is beautifully simple and concise but it has a lot of heart and I like it. And it’s suffused with an enduring love of music, in many if not all of its forms. She’s just posted a rather sad and funny little poem about the rave era comedown ..
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