7pm last night...just about to close...chap strides in...
"Is this Crockatt & Powell?"
"Yes..."
"Oh good I'm doing a reading here tonight."
"Are you?"
At this point I am thinking something along the lines of oh sh*t oh sh*t oh sh*t how did we forget an author reading?
"Yes - I'm with Brittle Star"
"Er...that was on Tuesday..."
"Was it? Oh @@%$&!!)*& - Anna is going to kill me..."
Poets! What are you like?
