Cottonmouth XI happens this Thursday. There’ll be musical acts, open mic and a swathe of invited readers. I’ll be on around 9.15, reading a few poems from Cleanskin. If you’re in the area, come along. If you’re not, catch a bus or train until you are in the area, then come along. It’s relatively simple, really.

This one isn’t for kids, though (if the image on the poster doesn’t clue you in, the venue probably should). This is part of my other life, the one in which I sometimes stay up well past my bedtime.