Slam

Another night at the Fringe. I could get used to this. A spare ticket for the poetry slam final? Don't mind if I do. The worthy winner was called Sophie and she's at the end, on the right. Book Festival in the morning with the chief was great too but I forgot my phone so no pictures of him with the mightily amusing Jonathon Meres. I'm sure all this culture will help me write my essay....