So we agree I have to practise my readings. And we agree that I haven’t a clue what I’m doing most of the time. I can read, write, ride and play the piano…and after that, it all gets quite iffy. If you see what I mean.
(I definitely have the cadenzas nailed, it’s just the breathing and talking at the same time that I can’t quite manage.)
But now, I have learned that among my next appearances–reading this is–is a guest spot with The Last Tuesday Society in Mare Street, Hackney.
Er, come again, you say.
Yes, that’s right. And this venue, The Little Shop of Horrors, rates apparently. (So what are they doing with the likes of me…I know, I know!)
Which brings us back to the earlier question. What to read? Only now the questions are–in addition to all the other ones–what have I got that’s decadent, or debauched, or downright sexy, or squeamfully disgusting…
And the answer? I don’t have a bloomin’ clue.