On REVIEWING or REVIEWERS or READING a REVIEW of your work:

1. OK! Which of you is right?
2. OR: You try and figure it out!
3. OR: Interestingly divergent takes on Creamsicle Stick Shivs.

Re-introducing Mr. Pat! or Oh Layton! Not Layton! Why Layton?

Q: Why do you write?
A: It helps postpone my inevitable physical and mental decay. Layton said that if he didn’t write during the day he felt like a lump of coal. I feel the same way but would change ‘a lump of coal’ to ‘the cover art for John Denver’s Greatest Hits Volume 2.’ It’s just something you’re naturally drawn to do isn’t it? Even when nothing happens and the act itself is literally making me ill I feel I must continue with it. There are many days when I dread the thought of sitting down and writing. It’s quite similar to the way I feel about eating. I really derive little pleasure from eating anymore, but obviously I must.

Q: Why do you think anyone will be interested in what you write?
A: I really don’t think about it - which doesn’t mean I don’t care. It just means that the interests of others has little affect on my approach to writing.

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Open that Door!

NEW! Openned Poetry Series Reviewed!
In a mildly smoky and dank cellar below Old Street`s, The Foundy, a cluster of uni-scenesters congregate on a night that is humid and expectant. At the front, well-lit and theatrically draped in black fabric, a poet announces, (rough translation) " a Canadian cannot find his ass with both hands." A vibe of coolness and contented smiles are shared between cigarettes and sips of water. The poet (looking like a cross between the Brazilian footballer Leonardo and a young, ragged Peter Fonda) adds, "allowing to a shortage of cocaine I turned my back on public life."

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Introducing Mr. Tea!

What do you call your bingo balls?

Mr Tea reviews an evening of comedy, poetry and squeaky toys at Express Excess at The Enterprise, Chalk Farm, London.
Mr Tea writes...
"Bingo balls called Frank, Jerry and Martin, dinosaur glove puppets that discuss the National Theatre, and songs in Russian about alien abduction are all part of the chaotic and mesmerising world of alternative comedy..."


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