I am on a train.

Me on train. Went to a poetry reading which by and large was crushing smug and typically cliched weirdo crap. But there were two stand out poets, one was an old bald gentlemen who's name I didn't get and one was another gentleman who's name I'm not sure wants published yet. He was great.

Then went for a drink, my new 'going out' drink is blackcurrant and coke. That way it's awkward enough to be like drinking alcohol. That makes sense in my head.


- from the roving mike of destiny.