Just when I was thinking, 'what on earth can I write next, and quickly because there's too much to say about Trieste?', I get tagged by Katy Evans-Bush, which I'm told means that I must reveal six random facts about myself and then 'tag' six other poor bloggers. To be honest, I don't think I know six bloggers but I'll see what I can do.

One I have a very talented sister called Lorraine Adams who keeps a daily record of her drawings here. Many of them are for sale on eBay and many have I bought. I think the recent sketches of lambing season are particularly fine and make me want to go and read Ted Hughes's Season Songs. She's always been an excellent artist but I also think the daily grind of producing something fresh each day is forming some lovely new pearls. What do you reckon, Lorraine? Please comment away. 

Two  I lived happily for five years with a life-sized cardboard cut out of Buffy the Vampire Slayer until the time came when we had to part company. That painful split is 'immortalised' in Los Alamos Mon Amour. I won't tell you any more: you really should buy it.

Three  My father, Clive Barraclough, was a brass band musician and composer and his most famous piece was a brilliant rousing march named after myself and my sister: 'Simoraine'. Possibly the best version of it is performed by the legendary Black Dyke Mills Band and you can hear a sample of it here where it is track number one. I'm delighted to say that it is still performed around the world in competitions and has entered the repertoire of many a professional and amateur band. It can be relied upon to bring tears to my eyes.

Four I watch very little television these days but when I do it has to be either 'Harry Hill's TV Burp' (which I'm delighted to say won two BAFTAs this week) or 'Masterchef' (which is irresistibly insane and accidentally pierces to the root of our general psychopathology about food).

Five I only ever go to the theatre to see Shakespeare or Beckett, but Shakespeare and Beckett are so unimaginably brilliant that I don't really feel the need to see anything else and so am content. By the way, the RSC are doing a sublime job with The Histories at The Roundhouse in Camden at the moment.

Six I lately am obsessed with boars: the creatures themselves and representations thereof. Here's a particularly handsome Florentine fellow whose nose shines like gold because rubbing it is supposed to bring good luck. My next book will have a poem about him and his less fortunate imaginary brother.

And so I tag the following six:

This Is Yogic

Charles Lambert

The Director

Chris McCabe

Roisin Tierney

Mollie Monsta