| Thursday, October 17, 2002 |
 | Speaking of Prandy, he was supposed to have my back at Brave New Word, but, having persuaded me to overcome my morbid fear of public speaking, then disappeared off to the dark places and left me if not in then certainly near the lurch.
Ultimately, I drafted in a friend to help me out. This friend did a sterling job, but is probbaly the only person I have ever met who would heckle their own reading partner. Bless.
Anyway, yes. Reading. In public. I'm not sure how much of this is a fear of cocking it up, starting to hurl a bombard of tourettes-style abuse, tripping over the same word five times, and how much is just an awareness that the concept is basically a bit wanky. None of these people paid to see you, after all. Well, except for the ones who did. And possibly at the very least everybody was giving their consent to hear you, and perhaps therefore paying a measurable fraction of their entrance fee for you. Or possibly there was a Dan discount, and one of the other nine or so performers was worth 60p rather than the traditional 30, therefore being rendered to an acceptable level by the anti-ballast of my negative thirty pence value.
Yes.
That's probably it.
For more such sums, you must must must see Look Around You. Last week's episode was nowhere near as good as the original "Short Film about Calcium", but still rocked very hard indeed. Ah, for those days of sitting on scratchy carpets in the dark, watching small dots marching around the screen to explain mathematics. What a wasted joy it is to be a tiny.
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