At our town’s inaugural literary festival tomorrow I have two slots: the first is a performance of my poetic monologue, Crash, which made its debut at the Ripon Theatre Festival last year; the second is a less formal series of readings and conversation which starts about an hour after the former finishes.
In Wednesday’s local newspaper th…
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