He hangs out at The Moon Café in Northbridge most Saturdays where he is surrounded by a warm throng of fellow scribblers. Once he was tagged as ‘Perth Poetry Club’s favourite larrikin poet’, which made him glow like a radioactive element, but happily. Speaking of elements, Allan lives in a fertile yard where he communes with birds; this happens often by riverside, too – in both beautiful environments, poems issue forth. At other times, he inhabits his backyard man cave with his laptop & passionate, protective kelpie, and they occasionally have a duet of cry. Otherwise, he is fine and getting on with being an Old Bastard who loves words and with a willingness as always to die for justice & freedom of expression. Often enough the past and/or the present catch up with him and deeper, darker words flow, a neat counter-balance to the effusive brightness of birdsong and pretty feathers.