A blog about actual me, in my own form and with my own little typing hands using my own brain. Wow - its times like this its good noone reads this thing.
Okay so
My uni is having its yearly Writing competition thingy. (I can say words like thingy because noone reads this. Its like walking around your house naked, but the sort of..linguistic equivalent)
And eurgh and eurgh. Oh and guess whos judging it. Only the new bloody poet laureate who just HAPPENS to work at my uni. So I will definitely enter it, and definitely not win, and feel inadequate for a bit. How dare the world be talented. How very dare they with the idealistic wit and their meaningful metaphors which might be about a shoe under a rug but is actually a ritualistic attack on feminism or some balls quite similar. 'Stards.
Festival season soonyohsoonyoh.
Ive just applied to review this one that happens in humble old Manchester on the northern quarter called Hungry Pigeon I believe. It looks like a lovely time - and I do love a good festival. I wont even need wellies. Huzzah.
Open mic tomorrow at the Blue Boar with Jefforama. Pass the impossibly delicious Cadburys animals please. I need something wonderful to regurgitate.
15.5.09
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