I am walking along a lane with no earthly idea why
Poet Glyn Maxwell wakes up in a mysterious village one autumn day. He has no idea how he got there - is he dead? in a coma? dreaming? - but he has a strange feeling there's a class to teach. And isn't that the poet Keats wandering down the lane? Why not askhim to give a reading, do a Q and A, hit the pub with the students afterwards?
Soon the whole of the autumn term stretches ahead, with Byron, Yeats and Emily Dickinson, the Brontës, the Brownings and Edgar Allan Poe, Walt Whitman, Wilfred Owen and many more all on their way to give readings in the humble village hall.
And everything they say - in class, on stage, at the Cross Keys pub - comes verbatim from their diaries, essays, or letters.
Drinks With Dead Poets is a homage to the departed, a tale of the lives and loves of students, a critical guide to great English poetry, the dream of a heavenly autumn. Nothing like it has ever been written.