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11 April, 2014: Illicit Ink SkyGround: The Lady Scientists’ Stitch & B*tch
I’m performed at Illicit Ink’s April Skyground event, The Lady Scientist’s Stitch and B*tch. I channeled Marie Curie with a tale of the work that goes into Nobel prices and families. The event was part of the Science Festival and took place at the Story Telling Centre, 20:00, 11 April, 2014.
The Story Telling Centre is a great venue. I enjoyed being bathed in radium-green light for a section of my story although it was a little scary that I could see the audience quite well. Friends asked me afterwards if black was the default clothing of female writers and I had to tell them that no, I was one of the few in our group that didn’t have a problem knocking up an all-black outfit. We were dressed in the same colour on purpose, not by chance.
2 March, 2014: Illicit Ink
Illicit Ink has split into two events and I performed at the Illicit Ink Underground event Body Language March 2, 2014.
It had been almost a year since I last read and it felt good to get up on stage again. I opened the show with Mouth. Like many of my spoken pieces, it’s a first person account of some weirdness, in this instance, what it’s like when a mouth growth in your side.
Lucy Ribchester followed my story with one about a naughty and inventive high wire walker. J. A. Sutherland ended the first section with a elephants and interpretive dance. I really enjoyed the variety to performances. The second section saw readings from Fiona McDonals and Tracey S. Rosenberg as well as a dance piece by Skye Rynolds and Sáras Feijoó. In the last third, Max Scratchmann talked about age, Jo Clifford about everyone’s right to pee in peace and then Nerd Bait spilled blood on the stage.
5 May, 2013: Illicit Ink
Illicit Ink moved to the Bongo Club‘s new premises on the Cowgate, just before you get to Grassmarket. And what premises. On May 5th, Illicit Ink ran a free event themed on sleep. The organisers asked for something a little different: music, collaborations, outfits. I read Baby Ben is Crying, accompanied by creepy sound effects by Rhian Thompson of Hockyfrilla. Baby Ben tells the truth about sleep, and why we need language.
Other performers were: R.A. Martens who made me look at yoghurt in a new way, George Anderson who read Soon Enough in a nightcap, J.A. Sutherland whose dialogue I thoroughly enjoyed, Kirsty Wishart whose sleep-company I kind of wish existed and Andrew C. Ferguson who gave us sound-effects and accents. And that’s not everyone. It was a really good line-up and I look forward to the next event in June.
When and where: The bongo Club, 66 Cowgate, 19:30-22:00
2 December, 2012: Illicit Ink
We’re hurtling towards Christmas so the theme for the December Illicit Ink event is, obviously, the sea! I read The Corals Wave Back, a heart-warming story of the deep sea and the critters that inhabit it. I think it was well received and I enjoyed reading it, apart from the moment when I lost my place and couldn’t get the Kindle to go to the right page. But it wasn’t all about me and my seven minutes in the spotlight. Helen Jackson, Lynsey May, Kirsty Logan, George Anderson and other talented writers also read their stories.
When and where: The Bongo Club, Holyrood Road, 20:00 – 22:00
27 November, 2012: The Seven Wonders of Scotland Launch
Listen to me, Kirsti Wishart and Gavin Inglis read from our stories to officially launch Birlinn’s anthology The Seven Wonders of Scotland, edited by Gerry Hassan. We’ll describe very different wonders, in very different ways. Come along! It was fun (and we got free wine).
When and where: Blackwells Bookshop, 53-59 South Bridge, 18:30
1 July, 2012: Invisible Ink
An evening of readings on the theme of espionage organised by the lovely people at Illicit Ink. I read a story called The Victoria Sponge Affair, an exciting tale about industrial espionage in the tea shops of Whitby.
The event was compared by STV’s David Marshland and headlined by Alan Bisset. I didn’t fall down the stairs this time either and made sure I wouldn’t by practicing walking up and down them before getting on stage. I find it really helpful to stress about something other than my performance. Saying that, I am getting better at reading in public. I even did a voice, maybe even two, this time.
When and where: The Bongo Club, Holyrood Road, 20:00 – 22:00.
4 March, 2012: When Words Collide
An evening of readings that have something to do with space. The working title for my story was Space Carrot. (I love working titles. They get straight to the point.) It’s about a boy who loves rockets.
Cabaret Voltaire closed so we moved to the Bongo Club. There was a really good mic – that is, a mic that was easy to work with – and a real stage. I was concerned about falling down the stairs on exit but can announce that I didn’t. Because I was the second person on I had time to relax and enjoy the stories told by the other performance, particularly my writer’s group buddies Gavin Macmenemy and Roushan Martens.
When and where: The Bongo Club, Holyrood Road, 20:00 – 22:00.
4 February 2012: Love your library day
As part of Midlothian’s Love Your Library Day I read a couple of stories at Penicuik Library. With me were Helen Jackson and Lynsey May. We had an animal theme so I read the short version of Liz & Bob and Neon Tetra Suicides because they both have animals and they are inspired by the same place. To me, it is interesting to hear what very different stories a location can evoke. We had a small but very friendly audience and enjoyed our hour in the spotlight.
When and where: 16:00, Penicuik Library, 39A Carlops Rd Penicuik, Midlothian EH26 9EP
2 October, 2011: Monsters Ink.
A night of writers reading their stories. The theme is monsters and monster is the word. I read a story which, in a later incarnation, appeared as The Wolf at the Door on Flashes in the Dark.
The story is inspired by when I stayed with friends in Stockholm. I stayed in a bedroom that faced onto a large court yard and had a balcony. The people in the flat above were having a dinner party and I was listening to the voices, wondering what they were talking about and remembering being a kid, listening to adults chatting in the other room. The section of the story I told missed out all of the detail and went straight for the action.
There are picture from the event on Flickr. This shot of me is particularly bad. As my friend Cecilia said: “You look very engaged. I like your shoes.” I do like the picture above: look at that joyous audience, enjoying good tales. (The photos are by Chris Scott. It is not his fault that I don’t photograph well.)
When and where: 20:00 to 23:00, Cabaret Voltaire, 36-38 Blair Street, Old Town, Edinburgh