Not for me Hay-on-Wye, Cheltenham or Edinburgh. No, it's strictly the music festivals which want me. I intend to be the Hendrix of the mic, playing the feedback and burning my book. To an empty tent, of course.
On Friday July 14th, very early in the morning, I believe, due to my God-given ability to die slowly and quietly with only canvas for company, I will be reading in the Vox 'n Roll tent at the Latitude Festival. I get quite good billing considering no one has heard of me, but I suggest a magnifying glass if you're short sighted.
Then, on the afternoon of Saturday August 5th, I will, at some as yet undefined point in time, be reading at the venerable Big Chill. (I'm not even listed here, but then maybe I should be returning my contract instead of wasting my time on a blog no one reads).
But, if you are of the opinion that the only good thing ever to happen in fields is urban development, fear not. On Thursday July 20th, Michael Smith and I will be reading in the bar of the Hackney Empire as part of the Spice Festival. And later on DJ Memes (Whuttt?/Big Dada) will be playing some tunes. And Trojan Soundsystem are playing in the other bit. Only you can come into our bit for nowt.