Seek and you shall find, said that bloke. Turns out he was half-right and all.
According to those with half-decent memories, Pascoe was a Poet. Sort of. A Punk and all. Sort of. 'Kind of like John Cooper Clarke or Seething Wells or something', says our mate Al. Sort of.
He plied his wares in the 0282 area (and beyond) in the late 70s / early 80s, and shared a gaff round Duke Bar way til he split one day and that was that. Sort of.
Nosey Gets that we are, the feelers went out regarding Pascoe, and Al's pal John J turns up trumps with a handful of fliers bearing Pascoe's name, and a couple of his poems that he 'swapped off him for a rolly after a gig he'd done with Tiger Tails' way back which he'd luckily hung on to.
I'd like to thank John J and Al for their help so far, but neither of them 'bother with Facebook or any of that computer shit', so it's unlikely that they'll see this. Never mind.
This might be the first you've heard of Pascoe. Hopefully it won't be the last. Sort of.
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