Super Saturday!

Le BrydenLes Acolytes
Hugh Bryden's 'Making A Poetry Pamphlet' workshop was just brilliant, particularly for stationery stalkers like me. Loads of card and paper to play with plus proven techniques to make beautiful, useful things. Like little books! With covers! And pages!


Or flappy-things with pocket-y bits to put individual poems/things in. Here's Bea's.


Or even hardcover concertina books (entirely handmade by me).


Here's a hardcover book in progress (not made by me)


I now have a number of blank handmade books that I can turn into works of art (one for NanU, who I still owe a handmade item to). Here's a little one I excitedly made, using one of T2's poems. Cover, first and last pages.


And after the Workshop, the Aye Write Festival Showcase! It was cool, it was in a very big room and I had to sit on the stage for the first half. On a black leather chair with my own water. Now that's exciting. Possibly even more exciting, there were little bags of Maltesers in the Green Room. A desire for fame has suddenly appeared now I know there are free sweeties in the whole deal.

Whilst I was having fun all day, other family members were at the Dumfries and District Music Festival (Speech section). Hip Hip Hooray, for T1 came first in his Poetry class (learn two poems off by heart and recite them) and third in his Prose class (basically reading aloud with feeling). On a less hip hip hooray note, T2 was obviously in the same classes, and whilst it's alright to be beaten by virtually anyone in the world, it is not OK to be beaten by your twin. There are undoubtedly life lessons in there somewhere...
Anyway, here's the smug one with strangely vampirish teeth and a rather large shield. And a medal. Don't forget the medal.


And for 120 Socks, who but an arse would go to a Pamphlet Making Workshop in rollers?

Spot The Difference. I tend to use a phone box.

And in late breaking news, I have just got home from a seminar on Edwin Morgan's From Glasgow to Saturn. Now, to study this collection I purchased a second-hand copy via Amazon, and was one of the few in class to have the original edition. Which I had written all over during the course of reading it, and kind of broken the spine a bit (it was old).

I casually mentioned that the original owner had signed and dated the book, Undecipherable Signature, 5-11-73. The actual publisher of the book, Prof. Michael Schmidt, then walked over and had a look, and told me the signature was in fact Edwin Morgan's. See. I am a total arse.