I love the sunshine-laden irony of the fact there is a “John Clare Hall” in the University of Northampton. It is better than the shopping centre in Peterborough. Maybe Clare would even have been happy here, modulating between attending lectures, going to the Flash Fringe Festival, downing Jaegerbombs on the top floor of his very own brutalist edifice, and going to the Ecology Centre, a festoon of hawthorn that lie beyond the official student campus. Who knows.
Squidditas 