A Booming Lovelies Triumph

Hello Poetry Lovers

Yes, you heard right, Friday night was a triumph for The Booming Lovelies at The Guildford Fringe.

Upstairs at the beautiful Keep pub in an inhumane temperature, we embraced an audience of 17. Far more than we anticipated.

After a stiff gin and tonic downstairs, 40 fags and two bathroom visits I made my way upstairs in apprehension at what the coming night would bring.

The colourful Trisha and Sharron and I clung together that vital hour before. There was however nothing to worry about it seemed, as once that magic 8 pm came, the words and emotions seemed to flow. However, I forgot my words on at least two of the pieces. Bore!

Trisha started with Cold Soup & the Joy of Sex, I followed with Beryl the Peril, and Sharron read about her home town The Tree-Lined Village Square. We knew then that we were on an even path (kind of).

So 50 minutes later, or thereabouts, we finished in a haze of glowing perspiration, all three of us reading A Certain Age.

As if it wasn’t bliss enough, I could also do sketching while the others read. This is how I perceived the audience;

Not quite sure how a skinhead got in there but he’s probably an arty one. We look forward to our next gig at the Slaggs Fringe shortly. I’m the one leaning on the bar.

Seriously, thank you so much Booming Lovelies for this amazing opportunity.

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. Off to Scarborough for a week, then back with more poetry action