Last night I chaired the Arts Festival meeting – it was like herding cats. Most of the committee had sent their apologies, some others came but were late, a local well-known-person whom I was meeting for the first time turned up in a rather excitable state (I was reassured he was not normally drunk) and to cap it all, one of our number found her car had rolled down from the car park into the street, partly demolishing the wall of the hotel, ending up in front of a police car which was attending an incident across the road. It can only get easier.
(I wonder if the first sentence is the longest I’ve ever put on this blog?)
Free to download - Stories My Killer Told Me: Five surreal story-songs from my Edinburgh Fringe show.
- I Am Not The One For You
- The Ever Open Door
- New Eyes
- A Forest Trail in Autumn
- The Portobello Slam
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