Thursday, 11 August 2011
We rocked the ages last night, took a holiday from our sensible selves and time-travelled through some hilarious pieces of writing - lit by electric fires, nourished on lemon puffs and cream crackers. A wild variety of characters emerged amongst whom were Hugo with his fear of full rainbows, Fifi with her plastic heart and her secret wish that her mother was a porcelain doll. The room was lively with laughter and creativity, an astonishment at what could be kindled from a few words and numbers. We swam through oceans of deep-sea(ted) desires, and the room swam through our tears of laughter. We were buoyant, reborn, exhilerated and full of the visceral joy of writing together.