Fantastic night last night at our local community cafe, the Hill Station. Another opportunity for local writers to have their work read by professional actors from the area. Owen Teale’s account of an aged Sir John Geilgud in an extract from Rupert Frazer’s memoire, ‘Relative Times’, was something not to be forgotten, while Rupert’s own delivery of work by Guy Ware was breath-taking.
Singer and actor, Helen Moore, read an extract from one of my recent stories ‘Washing Machine Wars’, a sorry tale of snobbery, bigotry and racial tension in South London.
Friends and community provided terrific support as usual, some coming from quite far afield.
A great night with a book group in Wilmington, Kent, the other night. This small, but perfectly formed, group were extremely attentive and very responsive. I really enjoyed reading and discussing extracts from my work with them. Not to mention the fact that books were sold. Many thanks are due to my mate, Christine, for organising this and providing the refreshments.
A Belgian racing pigeon sold for £260,000 this week. There’s a lot more to pigeons than meets the eye. If you would like to read about pigeons in fiction, try my story ‘Internet Explorer’, where they play a significant role.
‘Internet Explorer’ appears in the anthology ‘Ways of Falling’, available from Earlyworks Press
So said Benjamin Britten. Yeah, me too. No by, with or from the piano. Or the laptop, for that matter.
I’ve come back from India with two stories well-fermented: one has been brewing a long time, the other is a direct outcome of this break. Yep, that’s me walking – er – working there on the beach at Varca and again, behind the camera, pondering the palms in Patnem. Ye cannae whack it!