First of all, thanks to Kym and Chris for holding my hand.
Thanks also to those who put their hands together at the end.
The thing that struck me about last night is that what you get, on nights like those, is writers reading out their own stuff exactly the way it was intended to be read out – not someone else’s interpretation of your written word. This is what makes it such a good evening. Nothing gets ‘lost in translation’ in the writer-performer gap, simply because there is no such gap. And one is not just in the company of talented writers, but also decent performance artists.
I counted 35 bums on seats – not bad for a torrential Tuesday in January.
This little town certainly punches above its weight when it comes to creative writing – the array of local talent is uncanny.
Great to see the Bohemian spirit is alive and well here in Winchester. I don’t particularly want to wear silver spandex trousers and a purple cape myself, but it’s nice to be in a place where people feel it’s entirely OK to do so.
Here’s to the February gig………..