[Photo courtesy of DJ (Diane) Connell]
Our usual gang was somewhat depleted last night (which meant less of a struggle to grab space), as little Tony, Emma, Toby and I took our places for "London's peerless gay literary salon" Polari. John-John had the "dreaded lurgy", our Paul was celebrating his
60th birthday in Berlin (as you do) with Jim, and Ange had some serious family matters to deal with.
Blinking in the daylight that illuminated the beautiful landmarks of the South Bank, we nevertheless looked forward (as always) to a cracking evening's entertainment. And (as always -
see my earlier blog) we were not disappointed...
Hosting the show with his usual multi-costumed flair, Mr
Paul Burston introduced our first reader - a newbie to Polari (although very much a regular in the audience), and her first time "reading for a mixed audience" (she is a stalwart of women-only socials hosted by
Kenric lesbian group and the like) - Anny Knight.
She read for us a plethora of her short poems in a seamless stream - some personal, some emotional, most acutely observational and often very funny - but none (frustratingly) to be found anywhere on the web. We thoroughly enjoyed being taken along for the ride, however, and look forward to more when the publishers come knocking (which they surely will).
Next up was a man who Paul introduced as "actor, dancer, escort, porn star and tantric masseur - and now, author" Greg Mitchell. Whew, what a CV! Another newbie to the literary world, Mr Mitchell read from his as-yet-unpublished work, telling (a semi-autobiographical?) tale about a rather kinky punter, his preoccupation with silky underwear, the rent boy he hires to fulfil his fantasies - and a cute taxi driver who shows rather an interest in the whole fetish, much to the protagonist's delight.
Hot stuff - he must get a publisher soon! Visit
Greg's blog.
Completing the entertainment for the first half, it was the long-overdue and very welcome return of the lovely Miss Sophia Blackwell - who we hadn't seen here since
March 2012!
Darling of the stubbornly individual, maquillage-loving alternative lesbian world, Miss Blackwell was described by no less a luminary than Stella Duffy thus:
"Some of Sophia Blackwell's poems read like Nico should be singing them to John Cale's viola, some as if Shakespeare's slut sister taught him all he knew, others are as new as the next dawn. Dirty, juicy, knowing, open - works for me.". She launched into a few of her best "performance poetry" pieces, including this rather lovely one, written for the wedding of two friends -
When It Finds You:
And this pithy number -
Tell Me:
I adore her -
visit Sophia's website for more.
[Photo courtesy of krysphotos]
After the break, it was the turn of our fave
VG (Val) Lee to take to the stand.
A trouper of the highest order (Val has recently added stand-up comedy to her long list of achievements, that also includes a regular column in the aristo magazine
The Lady), she entertained us to two of her cherished works, her first (and possibly only) entry into world of erotica
A Slice of Melon, and the hilarious
Shush (both of which she read for the
LGBT History Month audience at Islington Waterstones in February).
Fabulously entertaining, as always - Val inevitably always has her audience in the palm of her hand. And as such, she's a difficult act to follow...
However our headliner, the utterly charming Christopher Fowler, is certainly up to that challenge. Reading some insightful pieces from his "scurrilous memoir about his career in the British film industry",
Film Freak, he soon had the packed house engrossed.
Often hilariously funny (his "Pied Piper" poster for Michael Jackson understandably never saw the light of day, coming as it did in the middle of accusations of child molestation against the megastar), poignant (the sad, slow decline of the British film industry and its original home in Soho's Wardour Street - all restaurants and bars these days) and really moving (the emotions surrounding the death of Chris's partner Jim Sturgeon), the book is indeed an engrossing and unique insight into the sordid stories behind the tricky art of making movies in grim, depressed and depressing 1970s Britain.
You can listen to Mr Fowler talking about
Film Freak, in conversation with
reviewer Tim Haigh, in
this podcast:
Read more of Mr Fowler's incredibly imaginative writing - and order a copy of the book - via
his blog.
[Photo courtesy of krysphotos]
Another grand night out, loads of laughs, a lovely (and
very mixed - not just in the sense to which Ms Knight refers) audience, much schmoozing and camaraderie - I love it!
Can't wait for the next one -
on Wednesday 26th June 2013 - at which the UK's most famous gay soldier
Lance Corporal James Wharton is our headline reader. Also announced is historical horror writer Jack Wolf. Others to be confirmed in due course, no doubt.
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