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Tempus Fugit

The countdown is zipping along nicely, or a trifle terrifyingly, if you'll pardon me using two adverbs in one sentence. In eleven days I will be doing the first launch event for my pamphlet, Dressing Up which, if you haven't got a copy of already, you can find in the Cinnamon Press shop.

... or it would be even lovelier if you fancied coming along to Waterloo Tea in the Wyndham Arcade in Cardiff where you'll be able to hear me read a selection of my poems and introduce you a little to the world of a blind poet. You'll be able to enjoy the speciality teas and coffees (I love their white teas) and, very importantly, sample their fantastic cakes (last time I went to see a poet reading there it was another Cinnamon Press poet, Susan Richardson, reading from her book Skin Dancing and at which I enjoyed a sublime wedge of carrot cake) and, even more importantly I'll have some copies of Dressing Up which I'll happily sell you and sign for you. No more adverbs in this post, I humbly promise.

The event is on 27 April at 7pm. The cafe is closed at 6pm so don't panic if it looks all shut up as you arrive — the arcade will open up again to allow your admittance :)

Also reading with me is another Cinnamon writer, Tony Curtis who will be launching his book of short stories, Some Kind of Immortality.

Ingrown Toenails

I seem to have an ingrained connection to Swansea, as you may recall from my post on 19 March, Close Encounters of the Poetic Kind and here we have yet another! Tony Curtis's profile on the Literary Festivals website relates that he first began writing poetry seriously as an undergraduate student at Swansea University which is the same spot I began to think more seriously about my poetic jottings; maybe the universe is trying to tell me I need to move back to live in Swansea again :)

And an Adverbially Happy Easter

And because it's Easter Sunday I wish you all a very happy Easter as we celebrate the rise of the Great Chocolate Egg-Laying Hen — she brought me a Lindor egg with truffles (of the chocolate kind) which I am about to symbolically break open now I've written this post :) xx

#DressingUp #SomeKindOfImmortality #TonyCurtis #CinnamonPress #Swansea #Adverbs

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2 Comments

    • Giles Giles

      thanks Nell, and a HappenStancally Happy Easter to you too 🙂 xx

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