I love these poems about life in post-industrial Wales. I confess my family is from the Rhondda Valley, I know the characters who live in the poetry. It could have been written about any area where 'The pithead baths is a supermarket now', but this is a distinct Welsh voice. And the poems can be funny, ranging from family, relationships and wry observation to anger over the fate of Wales, sometimes all at once. Easy to read, hard to ignore.