I've just read the sad news that Adrian Mitchell has died, of pneumonia.
He was something I could never be: a popular poet who never compromised on quality, who entertained, was thought-provoking and an inspiration for so many others. I have seen him perform on a couple of occasions and he was always great, a graceful reader with a quiet but assertive voice. He never had to shout and never went in for histrionics, and he always looked comfortable in himself.
His last poem has been posted on the Bloodaxe site.