Hectic few days and now I'm bursting to add stuff to the site...
Of course when I tried to get into blogger I got repeated messages that the site was too busy to be accessed.
Recap of the last few days: I've been auditioning for a part in an outdoor summer production of Twelfth Night. Things have gone well - I had a bit of a sing and prance and might land the part of Feste. My mother finds this surprising, as do I, but I have been assured by the director that he is not all sweetness and light, rather a lugubrious loner of the Tony Hancock mould. It looks as if I might have to invest in a penny-whistle to accompany Feste's many songs...

I've also written an accompaniment to the New York Magnetic Poems from last week:

Imaginary Magnetic Poetry

Sometimes words
clusterfuck in my
cranial cavities.
Their ill-formed progeny
graces my mind's fridge-front anthology,
which swings open
to access brain milk.

Woo! and Yay! to quote from b3ta. I've managed to write a poem containing the word clusterfuck: a lifetime's ambition realised.

This evening I might be going to the Bent Clinic. Against all odds, this isn't the gay self-help event of the year, but an art installation-cum-album launch from these guys. Check out the feature towards the bottom left for more information.
I'd better get back to work, hadn't I?