Things have been so busy, and I have been writing so much lately (work mostly, with some poetry thrown in), that preparing a blog entry has started to seem like an increasingly daunting prospect. I'm not giving up just yet, but I will take the easy way out right now and instead of writing up a bunch of stories, link to a bunch of pictures.
So, I performed at the Freshblood Cabaret in Leamington the other day, where Karolina snapped this awesome picture of Brighton-based poet Ashley ffrench:
On the very next day, I went to St Andrews university to feature at their third slam. (run by Harry Giles, winner of the Pencilfest we organised last year and all-round cool guy). Scotland is spectacular, and never let anyone tell you otherwise. St Andrews itself is a wonderful place, with a mere 20 000 inhabitants (7000 of whom are students), a university just a smidge less ancient than Oxbridge. It claims to be the birthplace of golf, and so throngs of American golfers dutifully performs the pilgrimage. It also boasts a beach where Chariots of Fire was filmed, and an awful lot of sky.
And finally, the St Patrick's Day parade went right past our place today, and as all manifestations of Irish cultures should, it featured a samba band, Indian drummers, and a troupe of fan-wielding Chinese dancers. We still got Irish jigging, though:
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