Jock Scot, a poet without pretence. A man whose words- music and words- touched the senses in such a way to make them feel exceedingly other-worldly, while remaining painfully down to earth. And not only down to earth, but deep in the dark, dank and dirty underground. One of the last of the true punk poets… For every Jock Scott we lose, we gain a Carol Ann Duffy, what a sad and scary thought.
Illustration by George Heaven
We’ve reviewed, ‘3000 Hangovers Later’ a photo book about one of Jock’s old haunts, The Warwick Castle on Portobello Road, plenty of shots of Jock up to mischief. Read the review here.
