LGBT History Month reading at Richmond Library


It’s taken me a while to get round to posting this, as there’s been other things on my mind.

Here I am reading at Richmond Library in February, complete with interventions from planes on flight path to Heathrow!:

mosaic glyphArachne’s Daughters (with Alix Adams) from Mosaic of Air

 

 

 

9781909208018A Place of Departures from Stations

 

 

 

cover _for_52 lovesNeutral Ground from 52 :Loves

The Historical Birthday-Tea Party 7th January


No-one is owning up to being born on 7th January, so another ‘who knows?’ And because it’s wild weather I thought we’d go for a pirate.

Mary Read, PirateMary Read. Cross-dressing lover of Anne Bonny, and several men, a proper swashbuckler, served in the King’s army, ran a pub and later became a pirate, but no one really knows when she was born, around 1690 is a best guess. She died of a fever in prison in April 1721.

Most of what is written about her is hokum, although she is unquestionably a real person. Since there is so much hokum, you may as well have mine – this is how she appears in my Rotherhithe based short story ‘A Place of Departures’, in Stations – and it’s as true as the next version.

Mary Read dresses as a man, smokes and swears. She used to call herself by her dead brother’s name, used to fight for ‘Kinge and Countrie’ all round Europe.  But peace and boredom intervene, and at last the death of her man nags her into returning to sea.
The relief of britches and a salt wind, she confides to her shipmate, as they rest between battles, no longer on the side of the King.  And the shipmate plants a kiss on her lips, and pulls Mary’s hand within his jerkin to feel the soft curve of a womanly breast. Ann Bonney claims that she had no idea Mary was a woman the first time she kissed her.
My eye, Mary declares, lighting her long clay pipe.
But despite that kiss and fumble and perhaps more that neither will admit to, Mary escapes the hangman’s noose by dying of a child-bed fever before they have a chance to string her up.

So happy un-birthday, Mary, and I’ll raise a glass of rum, if that’s not too predictable.

Performing Live – update


Brixton BookJam has moved to 8th July due to a double booking at the venue. Everything else is as previously mentioned.

I will be reading and running workshops at Towersey Festival (Near Thame, Oxfordshire) over August Bank Holiday weekend with Spread the Word, no more details yet but will know more in a week or so.

Pictures from last week’s Misty Moon event (all pictures courtesy of White Windmill Photography.)

Promoting Lovers’ Lies:Cherry Potts misty Moon 1 copyright John Gaffen Cherry Potts Misty Moon 2 Copyright John Gaffen Cherry Potts Misty Moon 3 copyright John GaffenSigning Stations

Reading from Mosaic of Air

Gearing up for Yule


I don’t care how many shopping days, what matters now is, how many singing days are there til the Solstice?

And how many reading days? My evenings are  split roughly equally between singing and promoting the books between now and Christmas.

Rehearsals every Monday for Vivaldi Gloria at Blackheath Halls Christmas Concert

Tuesdays at the Horniman Museum preparing for the end of term Raise the Roof concert (the last under the organic direction of Melanie Harrold)

Lester Simpson workshop on 1st December (folk carols, my favourite kind.)  All afternoon get tickets to join in here

Squeezing in Summer All Year Long rehearsals for our gig at Hills & Parkes in aid of Shelter on 15th December at 3:30, which might be followed by other places including Brockley Christmas Market.

Reading STATIONS at Canvas & Cream Wednesday 28th November 7pm

and Deptford Lounge Thursday 29th November at 7pm

The Official Launch at Brunel Museum on Sunday 2nd December 12:30-2:30

Hills & Parkes Wednesday 5th December at 6pm

and Brick Lane Bookshop Thursday 6th December at 7pm

So, no I don’t care how many shopping days it is, because I’m not going shopping! Friends and Family: your choice – you can have a copy of Stations or London Lies as your festive gift, or I could sing you a carol…?