Poetry night

So I went to a poetry night last night. Cor as soon I walked through that door, it was like being back in London town on my coming out days! The place was packed with some lesbians some queer, I guess maybe one or 2 bisexuals. I know we don't all want to label this anymore but it was a vast amount of beautiful looking people. I saw my friend do a performance and then I broke out and sided up to the owner to ask her some info on the next one. (Yes I'm sure that wasn't a great idea but yere I think I can handle it!) I was like what was in my wine, but I guess it was all the energy I was feeling from these women in the little room telling me go go go. There was a strange pre type school teacher telling the audience to read off a piece of paper, I wasn't sure on that one, felt like we were learning the alphabet at Sunday school. Then their was an Italian, thou she did sound French I'm sure of it. A women that sung a version of Tear Drops which I have to add was quite special and the women at the end reading her poems from her book, now what's that all about. A true poet would have a bit of paper, it was boring to hear about her books. This wasn't a book launch love, put them away. So as Dylan said to the bishop 'if you go I will remember you' (LINE FROM POEM) Lets hope they do and I don't get tomato blasted off that stage! Till then Check out Devils Dyke Network on facebook for future events

Work

I like my work, well now I do, taken me a while to get to this head space, but anyhow. Still a few bitches to attend to but I think I can cope. My manager is a bit mad, I think she's on some kind of happy pill, maybe goes home and gets the hammer out for a bit.. She is support. The nurses, when I first started I was like wow on the healthy diets, running/gym/running. I did wonder how they always have rosy cheeks, isn't just down to all the kids they pushed out then! I still have no idea who is doing what in what job, so many uniforms and badges and gold shoes. And when they are out of their uniforms! NO really! The doctors are the worse, some of them dress in Laura Ashley on a regular basis, I see them rummaging in the sales rack for the most ugliest top/dress ever. Its bad. I love the banter and there is always somewhere to hide when it goes stressy, like in the gorgeous 11 0clock time to lose a stone loos or somewhere on a filing shelf way way out back. Its a job thou isn't it. Someone's gotta make the films...