Hello again…

Last time I was here I mentioned UNFEST, a weekend of ¬†free music and art that unfolds over several venues in Tunbridge Wells throughout the May Bank Holiday weekend. For me Unfest kicked off last night with a reading night (Read Your Words for Unfest) at Javabean cafe. I would have loved to have gone on to the first night launch party at The Forum, but alas my son had to get up for college so a late one wasn’t on the cards. We will make up for that tonight.

Talking of cards*, I also mentioned ‘Postcards from the Hedge’ – an interactive project asking visitors to Unfest to post messages – poetry, art, flash fiction, whatever – for us to share throughout the weekend. This year there are three ‘postboxes’ – one at Javabean, one at The Forum, and one at the Library and Art Gallery. If you’re passing, pick up a card, grab a pen and drop us a line. A small selection of last year’s postcards were used to make a promotional video:

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A Poem…

I was asked to upload an audio file for UNFEST, a local music and arts festival taking place in Tunbridge Wells at the end of May. Having gone to the trouble of making the recording I thought I might as well bung it up here too.

I’ve contributed to Unfest in various ways over past few years, and this year will be reading some of me poems (how very Pam Ayres!) as well as contributing art and words for three different venues. We will also be organising the Now-World-Famous-In-Tunbridge-Wells “Postcards from the Hedge” letterboxes again, offering those attending the festival an
opportunity to get involved themselves.

Anyhoo, here’s the poem. Sorry, if it sounds a bit ‘ringy’ – the Unfest app needed MP3 format, and then Soundcloud appears to have compressed it again.

 

I’m Having a Faaaag. Strawberry Flavoured.

When I was little my mum would give me sixpence for going to the shop to buy her fags. I would become so engrossed in choosing sweets from the long line of jars behind Jack Wilson’s counter that I would lose all track of time. The jars were filled with brightly shining jewels in myriad colours, and sixpence, spent carefully, could garner a whole quarter of pick and mix. Sometimes I spent so long looking that my mum, desperate for her snout, dispatched my older brother to find me and drag me home. I think I might have wet myself occasionally when the excitement got too much…

Today I popped into my corner newsagent to buy a natural yoghurt to enhance our curry tonight. A middle-aged woman was poking through a huge selection box of flavoured ‘vape’ refills. She had a strawberry and a raspberry but couldn’t make up her mind what to spend her next ¬£24.00 on. Twat.
As I typed the above I remembered I had written a poem about the sweet shopping experience. It’s a kid’s poem really, but you might like it. It’s HERE

Wordy Rappinghood…

Gosh! I’ve been rushing around like a fly with a blue bottom for the past couple of weeks or so helping organise stuff for the various UNFEST events I mentioned in my last blog. This has mostly involved buying a huge number of A4 “certificate” frames from a well known budget retail blue arsed flyoutlet and designing/ printing / laminating an equally impressive number of arty postcards (not that sort of “art” postcard, you filthy-minded buggers!) in a variety of sizes and finishes, but alongside that I’ve also been writing all sorts of rubbish to put on said postcards. Oh, and I made a big letterbox out of cardboard and covered it in duct tape too. Blimey, it’s an exciting life, isn’t it? Continue reading “Wordy Rappinghood…”

How long?!

Blimey, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? As those who very kindly opted to receive update notifications will know I’ve become somewhat lax as far as blogging goes. I would love to say this is because I’ve got caught up in a whirlpool of exciting and lucrative-but-time-consuming ventures that have kept me far too occupied to post, but of course I would be lying. I’ve just been busy doing nothing (well, next to nothing), and as far as my financial situation goes I’m just as skint as I’ve always been. Gold-diggers be warned – seduce me by all means, but as far as payouts go fish and chips and the odd pint of bitter is about as far as my wallet will stretch.

Anyhoo, a blog saying ‘I’ve done bugger all since Christmas’ is probably even worse than no blog at all, so here are a few bits and pieces I’ve done / am doing that justify the parenthesis (that’s “brackets” for those standing in the corner with pointy hats on) in the above paragraph. Continue reading “How long?!”