fiat_knox | Shindig

Just come from a rather nice little party in town, to celebrate the end of the Creative Writing course's first term and Book Launch party.

You'd be amazed the number of people I:-

a) bumped into whom I knew of old;

b) bumped into whom I knew of old, who didn't know the other people I'd known of old, and who begged introducing;

c) bumped into who commented on how come I knew so many people I've known of old.

Did my usual gatecrash thing - went in wearing my favourite "I Am Not Obsessive" T shirt, tremendously underdressed but hardly overstressed - arrived ten minutes in, late for the opening speeches and the readings.

Who says I have no sense of timing?

So anyway, after bumping into the tutor who'd been a boon throughout this eleven week course and thanking him for being the only person whom I'd trust enough to accept criticism on my work - yes, really, T! 8D - I left early, while the room was still full of smiley happy people, having got this girl's mobile phone number and even an email address from a married woman ... whose husband was watching as she pressed her business card into my hand rather affectionately for a formal contact ...

In all, a nice little shindig. Though it would have been rightly topped off with a duel afterwards ;)

Right, then. That's my Toreador moment of the year taken care of. Back to being terse, enigmatic and scary.