Another poetry night...

Last night's gig at Bookfinders Cafe was another cracker- we did good to draw a decent crowd, what with a lot of other events happening elsewhere, so God bless those to came down for the night! We had some blinding poets reading- Michael, the bald guy with the hat (sorry, don't know your name mate), Ruairi, Dale, Brian, David and Jennifer amongst others delivered some really strong stuff, and the laughs were a plenty. Even that Norwegian guy (another wee gin, love!) managed to get a few laughs from his political diatribe!

Thanks to the camera guys (sorry, agian, can't remember name) for recording the night, and thanks to Brian and Mary for allowing me to open and close the night. I'm off to work on my animal impression (if you were there, you'll know what I mean).... snow leopard, away!

Regards, Colin.

Writing and reading

Aright, the Speech Therapy launch night was a storming success! All the poets rocked, and the band, Twenty Odd, blew the roof off the place! After coming down from that rush, I'm throwing myself into writing and redrafting. Currently, I'm reviewing a large number of poems from '95-'99 for salvaging from the teenage wreckage. So much dross was written then. I have a new short story which needs typed up, a kind of sister to 'Corpse Feet'. And an idea for a play is formulating in my head... I'll reveal more later, but it's going to be a busy few weeks ahead!!!

Betting horses

Didn't win a damn thing on the Grand National! Not a sausage. There's twenty pound I'll never see again. Bugger. I put a tenner each on Innox and Clan Royal. It's painful to watch horse racing at times. It's gauranteed almost at the Nartional that a few horses and riders will take nasty tumbles. Out of forty runners, only nine horses finished, so how many fell on their hind quarters?! And did you see Niall Madden's use of the whip on the final stretch, while riding the eventual winner, Numbersixvalverde? He was whipping that horse like he was whipping cream for a trifle! I thought they outlawed that kind of stuff?

Now someone give me my £20 back, and I'll stop bitching...