I just had a draft eaten. Many naughty words were spoken.
In the meantime, should you want to come watch me curse in person, I’ve got a couple readings coming up. On the 28th (ie this Saturday), I’m reading for the Norwich Festival of Light at the Workshop pub on Earlham Road. The reading starts at 7, I think I’m on at some point after 7:30, along with Stephanie Leal and Agi Lehoczky. I cannot promise my poems will involve as much cheesy goodness as the Workshop’s very excellent pizza, but I’ll do my best.
Then the next day, I’m involved in “Spoken Word at Starbucks St. Stephens,” an all-afternoon poet-a-thon of a whole mess of people, Facebooked here. I say “involved” because I am not only performing, but compere-ing (compering?). I promised Stephanie this while drunk; I will not be able to drink while doing it. This somehow seems unfair. However, we have been told we get free drinks while we’re performing, which in my case is going to be two hours, and as far as I’m concerned that, o my blog readers, is a challenge. I shall be drinking quad lattes all week as a training exercise.
