It's been ages since I last 'blogged' or indeed anyone last blogged. Sorry about that, I've got two jobs and been working like a dog to quote some famous Liverpudlian band. All work and no blog makes Jo a dull poet.
Our Arts Council project - How Many Roads? - has been and gone and was a success!! Loved having all the poets and people involved, the slightly stressful bit now is looking at our budget forms AFTER the event to see if it all matches up. It involves numbers and I am rubbish at numbers. Next time, I think I'll employ an accountant or someone who is a like a ninja with numbers. A nin-ber or a num-ja. "I am numja. Silent digit killer." We've got tons of leftover booklets and 'Making Of...' DVDs if anyone wants one, just email in.
Myself and Raymond from Sundown, went to a Producers Workshop held in the Norwich Arts Centre last saturday, yes in the snow, with no heating in the arts centre, apart from that though it was great! Thoroughly enjoyable and interesting, thanks to Penned In The Margins, Laura Stimson and the jolly nice new folk we met on the day. Sundown is going to be working with New Writing Live on a new touring network for Live Literature for the East of England, it's very exciting. Sundown and two other producers from the East will be featuring two headline and reknown poets at their nights/venues, in April, May and June. We call this THE POETRY LINK and you can read more about it all on the New Writing Live website - http://www.newwritinglive.org/
Sunday, 30th March will be our next event at the usual venue of the Royal Hotel, I'm already panicking about lack of chairs, we need to get our hands on some chairs and find storage for them too. Nightmare. At this point I'm seriously considering bringing a load of yoga mats and we all just squat on those.
Cherryl Scott has been working on some Sundown t-shirts, I always just homemade them before but no, we have some lovely new printed white t-shirts coming your way for Sunday's Sundown. Sunday's Sundown sounds funny. Sunday's Sundown. Sunday's Sundown. See. Lost my mobile phone recently, have no idea where it went, it was in my pocket one minute and then it just totally disappeared. It could have been the 4 or 5 whiskeys I'd had before sort of clouding my concentration but still, how far can it go in a pocket?
In other news - I have irritable bowels. They moan about the weather and car tax. No, they are irritable.
I did the Bristol Stool Form Scale test the other day (google it if you don't know) and I am type 1 which puts me closely behind the poo of a tiny dog or a rabbit perhaps. I would like to eat Gillian McKeith to see what shaped poo she'd come out as. Now THERE's a reality tv programme title: I ATE GILLIAN MCKEITH AND DEFECATED HER LATER. Hee hee.
Rented Superbad the other night and it really made me laugh, silly films are needed in life. The bit where the girl does that thing on his leg while they're dancing though - that would not happen. Not to that degree anyway. I suspect that was exaggerrated somewhat. I think it's about time we recorded a new podcast soon, yes, a friend of mine has requested more The Poet comic strips too so I best ask Liam if he's not too busy to be the images behind my words. Hope you all had a Happy Easter, I was working so no egg painting for me. Where's Jesus in all of this Easter malarky? I wished I was a Dr Who fan because the easter egg cases for that were great. A tardis.....with an egg in it!!! I think that's how babies should arrive. In a tardis. Not in an easter egg package.
See you Sunday,
Yours,
Colonel Overfed
p.s I can do an impression of a tribal mask hanging on someone's wall, and there is camcorder footage to prove it. Uh-huh.
p.p.s I got locked in the toilets at the Norwich Arts Centre. I had to bang on the door and say: "I'm stuck" Don't tell anyone.
