i read my story last night at the cornerhouse. it was a fun night. i think i drank a bit too much. i drank a bit before i went on. i went on second. i said something about how if anyone wanted to go to the toilet before i read i wouldn't mind waiting. i think people thought i was making a joke. i meant it though. no one went to the toilet. i felt strange. i had the miniature plastic horse in my pocket while i was reading.
we went to the sand bar afterwards. i was supposed to go and find the comma press people, who went there too, i think. i kept meaning to get up and go and find them and say hi. i didn't find them. i felt a bit bad about this afterwards.
a friend of Sally Cook called Lauren had a typewriter. all the people at the table got interested in the typewriter. i think the typewriter had been bought that day for £7. we put in a bit of paper and typed a story, like the game consequences. Sally just emailed me the story that we typed. here it is:
u mite b nxt wit da typeritaaah see sian 2 emillee
[click here to read more about typing the story and look at some pictures of the 'original copy'. the people who typed the story were me, Sally Cook, Sam Garrett, Sian Cummins, Tim Russell, Mark Perry, Sally's friend Lauren, and (i think) Marc Lunness, and Beth.]