I've not posted in a long while because my ass has been busy, mainly slaving away doing Fiverr gigs. I was going to write a post entitled 'The rise of Southampton and my part in it' but Travellerspoint did not save my draft and my life has moved on.
Last night I hosted the inaugural meeting of a Writer's Group I set up through Couchsurfing.org. We met up at The Chapel http://www.thechapel-broadstairs.com/ and our group consisted of me and two lovely girls that sat opposite me and dazzled me with their intellect and literary chops. (And it must be said, their attractiveness). We all had a go at writing the first chapter of a story we made up on the spot. We also got progressively drunk on fruity cider. One is a psychologist who juggles in her spare time and the other organises music festivals and is about to go off to Europe for a month, which might have an adverse effect on the writer's group. Happily, the Thanet Loop bus runs past midnight and I got a late bus back to Margate listening to the fascinatingly frank patter of two drunk girls on the back seat. One in particular was looking at pictures of blokes- perhaps on FB on her phone- and was brutally honest about what she thought of them. They were on a mission to go to a friend's house and drink some more.
In other news I've ordered some humane mouse traps from Amazon, so I can catch and release them. In the park or McDonald's or somewhere. I thought sealing that hole up would do the trick but I was in bed the other night and heard one of them rummaging around in a carrier bag I'd left on the floor. I then slept on the sofa in the lounge for the next 3 days. The trouble is, this house really is OLD.
I was also in London the other day and went to the Merge festival on South Bank. Saw two one girl plays in a caravan and had some literature typed for while I waited.