Another terrific night at Yesim’s last night: plenty of people but not too many; Mark came and told a story about an alien tooth fairy, and I did two poems and sold four Tomatoes Poetry pamphlets!!! We finished, as usual, with the Yesim’s Music Circle Song – and as always I felt inexpressibly happy at hearing everyone sing my words with such gusto. This must be what it feels like to be Leonard Cohen…
Speaking of singer/songwriters, Chris Conway has complained that once again he has failed to win the Sports’ Personality of the Year award. He wonders whether his agent is putting him in for the wrong awards…
He was, however, interviewed on Radio Leicester yesterday by John Sinclair. I’ll have to see if I can get John to interview me next:
Bradley Wiggins was surely a shoe-in (or spoke-in) for the SPY award – no-one else came close this year. Much as I like Andy Murray, his dourness and lack of verbosity would have made him a slightly incongruous choice. Or should we be valuing these qualities in this way?
I had some thoughts on gun control in the US (and everywhere) but my heart is not in it: it’s too horrible to think about. So meanwhile here is some light music:
And it brought back to me my childhood
every second thought
punctured by a scream of metal
straining to get into heaven…
That’s the start of a poem but I can’t remember the rest. I’ll have to go and look it up. So for now my little bloglets, enjoy your last week before Christmas. Remember that the world won’t end if you fail to buy something that’s on your list; remind yourself that spending time with people is more important than spending money on them – and when you’ve done your jobs, put your feet up and have a glass of wine.