Fred Yeast has a passion for football league team nicknames, Edward Thomas and British birds of prey. He writes shit verse and craven notes of little cultural relevance/significance.
Among his favourite things are mussels in brine; 1960s West German pottery; good punctuation; and a mouse-sized piece of bark he picked from a tree in 2006, which has since become a sentimental ornament in a bedroom otherwise bereft of paraphernalia.
Fred also likes music and ‘old man’s’ pubs.
