Roadtrips and pink and grey sweaters

I am definitely considering performing in public once more. It's been a while since I did some poetry reading and there's an open mic night this Tuesday on St Luke's Campus as part of the mission put on by the (E)CU*. Normally its assumed that everybody plays music at these things but I like to shatter the mould with my unique blend of poetry and light, gentle humour. Or something. So I'm making enquiries and am pondering whether I should quickly write some new material for the occasion.

I spent the day on a sort of roadtrip, except with mum and dad**. We trundled down in the car along the coast and eventually arrived at Torquay. Torquay's a bit of an enigma actually because I always assumed it was a slightly rundown old hat sort of place, but actually its incredibly posh. And yet it still manages to be one of the most unfashionable places in the world. It's extraordinary. I'm a little concerned actually, because it poured with rain for the entire day and the 'rents seemed quite willing to let that fact shape their view of the south devon coast. I did point out that it rains in Farnborough too sometimes, but allegedly that's a 'different sort of rain'. Still, it was a lovely day nonetheless.

Last night we hosted a houseparty; something of a rarity these days actually. Tim's ingenious idea (it was his bday you see) was to have a 'Where's Wally' party which basically resulted, amongst other things, in me and James wearing matching pink and gray striped jumpers because we couldn't find any red and white ones. Enough said.



*It's fun to be controversial!
** Don't ask me why that makes it a 'sort of roadtrip' but it does.