Performance Poetry Update

The Bardfly gig was fun. The train up was twenty minutes late, I read out some crappy poems, got somewhat drunk, and earned twenty dollars from Tug as compensation payment. The train down was on time, but then, had to stop in Gosford, hop on a bus, and cram in my knees into the narrow seat space while sitting across from a weird old woman who for some reason insisted on covering her legs with sheets of newspaper before getting home at 4.40pm (in stinking hot weather), getting into bed at 5.00pm, and getting woken up at 8.30pm by a phone-call from my mother.