Apologies for the late notice, but I’ve had rather late notice of it myself. Tomorrow evening, I shall be reading at this:Stratford-upon-Avon Poetry Festival 2009. The breathtaking copy for my particular event is as follows:
A unique showcase of poetry from the bright young things of the Universities of Warwick, Birmingham,
East Anglia and Northampton – taught by the poets who take the platform later this evening.
Me, a bright young thing? I think I’m a bit long in the tooth for it, but it indulges my yen for trying to revive hopelessly outdated slang; so by gum, I’ll take it. As of this writing, it is eight pm the night before and I have yet to so much as consider which poems I’m taking. I have, though, decided on a lipstick colour (I think). How very flapperish of me.
