Day
It seems every session I go to
features Tom Doig
or Stu Hatton.
At first I grumble -
it's counterproductive
to hold an ideas festival
where a small grab of people
give voice.
But that Doig
breaches my hangover
and I am entertained.
Night
I've been seedy all day.
I promise myself
tonight is non-alcoholic.
And I resist
I resist I resist
but then it's 11:30
and there's free champagne
and someone
I've known for years
but never really spoken to.
And suddenly it's the beach again
and pissing on the rocks again.
How many days have passed?
TiNA
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