working on a poem entitled 'The Tortoise Mechanic'.
It's going to be GRIPPING and leafy :')
I went for one [ONE!] whole drink after my writer's group tonight. Slowly I'm becoming less of a shy chestnut. I've only been to three meetings and even though they're all really lovely I find myself incredibly intimidated. I need to grow some testicles pronto. Maybe after the next meeting I'll get absolutely wasted and sing Lily Allen to them. I can but hope...
You don't need testicles. Perhaps you meant... ovaries?
ReplyDeleteWe have had a fair few drunken and stupid nights following writers' group meetings. We also had a karaoke night which was ace, (see embarrassing facebook photos for more details). However, since we all got kicked out of the pub one night, things have calmed down a bit. This is probably no bad thing. But do come to the xmas party. Last year's was excellent.
I would love to read your poem.