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TMFP enjoys a South London residence but he still likes to pretend that he lives in a little shack on the rugged west coast of Ireland where occasionally, the peat bogs spontaneously ignite (apparently it's the methane!) Water supplies are intermittent and cows have been known to out power by falling onto the power generators. The truth is TMFP has never heard of the internet, or telephones, and wouldn't know an email if it delivered itself directly to his basal ganglia. 

We do however have a little arrangement involving homing pigeons and cyphers so I can get a message to him if you want to get in touch. Contact The Modern Folk Poet on: