Poets' AGM

Up and a few tweaks to the podcast before sending what I had to Robin. Then off to Brighton by train, and went to see Stacy. Stacy under pressure as everyone wants a haircut in time for Christmas. He had also shaved the wizard's hair and beared, I last saw him sporting. He did his usual perfectionists job on me. Then a spot of shopping in Brighton, and spoke to Mum. Home again, and Lorraine out as the OT was visiting Pat. 

In my travels today, a note from the editor of Black Nore, accepting one of my lighter poems, called Viagra from Vancouver. It's a true story about getting a spam email from someone called Gwen, my grandmother's name, about buying Viagra from a pharmacy in Vancouver.  Gwen, something of a practical joker, had visited her sister in Vancouver. 

I made off to Lewes, the Brewers pub for what I think of as the Poets' Xmas Party. Charlotte, SJB, Robin and Stephen. As I arrived, I bumped into Phil, Innis's mate, last seen at Innis's birthday party in a field. 

The poets assembled. A bit about poetry, but mostly about finding out how we were all doing. All very cheery. We ate plates of nachos and had some really well kept beer. Always excellent for my sanity meeting up with other poets, and to be reminded that we all have the same affliction. An absolute bloody final half with Charlotte, before I trained back to Seaford, top hat slightly askew. A jolly good evening. Joyous to be on the gold sofa however.

Below left to right, Robin, Charlotte, Stephen, SJB and me.