Today my entry is likely to appear in two parts, since I plan to go to the barbers today, and I am inclined to think that something is bound to happen there. The exact nature of that thing remains to be seen. I always find that barbers are eventful places.
On Sunday, David (a la Peru) arrived for a little visit. We did the usual tour of Exeter (a tour which I am steadily perfecting) ending, of course, in Bostons. Then, after the evening service at Belmont there was a sort of open mic night at the cafe, in which I was delighted to be able to share small bits of my poetry. To my positive surprise Temporary Insomnia (you saw it first here) went down rather well when performed dramatically. This has now meant that I can refine the definition of that genre to 'performance prose poetry', and I like to think I am at the cutting edge of this [searches carefully for an appropriate word] blossoming form of literature. It was even, to my considerable astonishment, compared to stand up comedy. I had no idea...
Yesterday James, David and I took a trip to Teignmouth, just along the coast. I don't think I've ever been there this close to the summer before, and it was very nice, but full of people. Actually the fact that it was full of people I found slightly confusing. After all they all seemed so purposeful and busy when there's really very little to do in Teignmouth. Its one of those places where the most significant decision that needs to be made is where to sit next. Unless they are employed by the town council to make the place look busy.
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