Ok, now that may look like a bit of an unexpected title for a blog such as this, but after my experience at the Ilkley Literature Festival the other day I can see there may be some similarities between the persona created by the poet in his writings and that of a certain male Rubberfish character.
I was invited to be part of a group 6 people performing a celebration of the works of John Betjeman by local author Alan Hall, who had put together a selection of poetry and prose with a lively commentary giving a picture of Betjeman's life, career and fascination with the English way of life. It was his personal life and adoration of amazon-esque sporty women that took my interest, especially when I read the wonderfully romantic and nonetheless humorous poem "The Liquorice Fields at Pontefract", which I felt had Swat like connotations:
could be a description of Ms Swat. I felt I may have been channeling her when I got to read 'The Liquorice Fields'.