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There's nothing like sleeping in the bed of a 23-year-old gent and noticing a toe nail clipping just as you're about to fall sleep to make you realise you're on tour.
Yes, last night in Brighton, England I performed at Komedia Cabaret Club for a small but enthusiastic crowd of poetry enthusiasts. The promoter of the gig was a lovely chap who very kindly offered up his bed to me whilst he slept on the couch.
This was a very generous thing to do but just before we were about to go to bed, in the course of discussions I learned that my host is considered a bit of a man-ho amongst his friends.
The fact I was sleeping in his sheets then took on a whole new dimension for me and so when the day dawned brightly and I could see every stain and clipping, I decided sleeping in was a wasteful activity and I leapt out of bed faster than the Crazy Frog. That was one of the best showers I've had in a very long time.
Nothing like sleeping in a 23-year-old’s bed to make you feel very 32, and quite happily so.
Yes, I have embarked on my tour of the UK. I had a 24 hour flight firstly with a stupid stopover in LA where everyone onboard had to go through US customs and be fingerprinted before getting straight back on the plane again.
This was the biggest waste of time since Geri Halliwell's solo career and testament to America's mistrust of any foreigner. Luckily I actually had quite a hot guy to talk to on my flight.
He had a girlfriend of course so no mile highness was attempted (though really who would want to do that, I need SPACE to be pleasured properly please) but it was nice not to be next to a 200 kilo pasty man from Invercargill or a six-month-old with an ear infection.
I had very little sleep though and arrived in London somewhat delirious and fell asleep in my gorgeous friend's bed for a nice long 12 hours.
Then it was off to Brighton to perform the next day and then the day after that I arrived here to where I am now, Oxford.
I am in the final of a performance poetry competition tonight. I'll let you know how I go and in the mean time if anyone knows who stole my mastercard out of my bag in the bar last night can you please kick them in the goolies. I'd appreciate that very much.
Chur.
Penny
Last updated: 29/04/2008
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