True Love and High Adventure
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"I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library."

Wednesday, May 07, 2003
I am still traumatised after watching Louise Rennison do an impression of a lockjaw germ on Saturday. In a very short dress. And although I devoured her books there is NEVER an excuse for laughing like a hyena at your own jokes. Sorry. Yes, it was Lewes Live Literature festival time again - another day, another drafty venue, another gang of crazed middle-aged women complaining about stuff, another poet to fall a little bit in love with (Paul Farley this time).

I totally share Llew's thing for Shel Silverstein, by the way. Not so much in a 'snogging in a crunch' way as in a 'he wrote a song about people who steal your THUMB JUICE!' way though...



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