Summertime (officially), and the temperature's freezing. That's Scotland's wind chill for you. Otherwise, it's a glorious morning; a fitting follow-up to a good night at the Black Bitch, with Herbie Hancock's Maiden Voyage playing in the background. I lost count, but I think there were close to 30 people there. It was mostly Linlithgow folk, but James W Wood came through from Edinburgh, Alastair Findlay came over the hills from Bathgate and my good friends Alex and Jacqueline escaped the Netherlands just as the Tartan Army was invading. I read two sets, as follows:
- Pedestrian
- Improvisation for the Angel Who Announces the End of Time
- The Meisure o a Nation
- Cardiac
- Hairst Day
- Wandelvakanties Dicht bij Huis
- The Invention of Zero
- The Ambulance Box
- Still
- Waukrife
- In Praise of Dust
- Lullaby
- Notes to Self
I sold 20 copies and chatted to various folk until 11ish -- midnightish BST -- then we headed home with a couple of boxes of chips.
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