Launch

The book launch has been a long time coming, and kind of like Christmas when I was a kid, my body can only sustain continually heightened levels of excitement for only so long before my adrenal glands give out. That and the major assignments I had due last week actually made for one tired and stressed out little camper by the time I rose to take the mike and give my first ever public reading.

Oh brother was it fun though. Yes I could handle superstardom, but have probably picked the wrong line of work.

Mike Rann was initially, possibly, going to be the guest of honour and he quickly palmed it off to Chloe Fox; who with her recent parliamentary promotion decided she had better things to do and in the end Vini Ciccarello, member for Norwood, drew the short straw.

I'll paraphrase her speech here:

'Well I don't actually like poetry and I only got back from a late lunch this afternoon and found that uppity Fox bitch had palmed this off to me so I haven't had time to read it - but I'm sure it's all very nice blah blah blah. Vote Rann!'

Still we had a great crowd and my co-authors and I had an absolute ball enjoying our shared fifteen minutes of fame. I've had a few reports back that people who also don't read poetry have read some of mine and enjoyed them and that is good enough for me.

And, as my friend Leila said, 'I can't believe you got to say "cunt" in front of all these people and get clapped for it.'