Every town in Britain keeps two stories about itself, and they are usually at war. Camborne is one such town — and the question it forced on me is one every honest writer eventually has to face. This is the central problem behind so many working class poems, including my own. How does a poet write about labour and hardship — about a place built on the broken backs of working people — without either romanticising it or reducing it to nothing but misery? Because there are two e