arts & ego blog
hippo rumble

Bit of an odd few days. It started with being stood up. I’d booked the best restaurant in Lincolnshire (Harry’s Place). Turned up. She didn’t. I’ve received no excuse, no explanation, no apology. Not nice.

Over the last few days I’ve been putting together one of my thoroughly non–serious bits of music, and it’s gone rather well. It had a difficult start. The rhythm took time to gel.

Then, tonight, I went along to the CAMBRIDGE Series of modernist poetry readings. This has been fantastic. Unfortunately, my stomach decided to rumble. Loud. Think Hippopotamus loud. It was immensely embarrassing. I felt so uncomfortable I left during the first reading. My apologies to the poet.