Latitude 2013

I spent my thirtieth leaving mine in Clapton with a car full of handsome young men: George, Adam and Charlie.

Latitude bound. All going swimmingly. Ciders and banter. Traffic jams.

Arrive at the gates by the skin of our teeth. Poetry arena. Instrument tune up. And we play. Our set goes nicely.

We are happy.

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