Graham Austin lives in Cumbria and does not have a degree from Ipswich. He was, in fact, a 'good honours' Durham graduate, although he considers himself to be one of the first to go to university who shouldn't have been allowed near the place. There have been, he says, many thousands like him since.
Rarely inspired by the physical environment, Austin's poems are largely based on the attitudes and behaviour of people, real or imagined. Many of them seem oddly familiar, like family photographs taken by a distant cousin when no-one was aware of it. They capture the wry, wayward, poignant comedy of human existence in all its frailty. James Thurber would have recognised a soul-mate here.