I’m reading two stories today at Words Per Minute, a fine event run by lovely people. This is only the second time I’ve read in public so I have been really looking forward to it (/terrified) but unfortunately, I’ve been so ill this week that now all I want to do is survive …
I did survive! It seemed to go okay and the wine definitely helped me not to care about how ghastly I was looking due to illness. Fellow readers Alan Gillespie, Gill Hoffs, Alex Cox, Martyn Murphy, Kathrine Sowerby and Jamie McIntyre were impressively hard acts to follow and lovely people too. Is there anything nicer than having drinks and listening to stories with friends?