Friday, November 29, 2013

Shanghai ed

 Gas masks for two....
 ...old and new....
...bicycles and bipeds...
 ...dog walking...
...dog parking...
..video screens...
...traffic...
 ...let's eat tar...
...city within a city...
...wire baskets on bikes....
 ...wires overhead...
...a head in advertisement...
...department...
...architecture...
 ...gold and red....
...red and blue...
...people passing through...
 ...people passing wearing gold plastic, passing gold...
 ...hidden blue streets with red signs...
... red lights with no obvious use...
...red and gold handbags, red phone boxes for two...
...people moving too fast to photograph...
...photographs for two...

...two buildings frame the view...



Monday, November 18, 2013

Wild women rave in winter




I had a marvellous time in Plymouth, despite arriving in a winter squall that had me and Catherine McNamara ducking for cover in one of Plymouth's many sociable pubs (we were reliably informed that The Dolphin is the place to be). Although the picture doesn't show it, we were like a pair of drowned rats, although Catherine managed to look gamine and beautiful whilst dripping wet!


But the weather did not put a dampener on our participation in the Plymouth Literary Festival and it was with sunny smiles, nerves and excitement that we pottered up through the centre of town to Plymouth University.
 
And Catherine's reading entranced me so much that I totally forgot to take photos! You'll just have to take my word for it that the readings went well and were enjoyed by everyone in the lovely audience. It was my first public reading and I couldn't have had a kinder reception - thanks, Plymouth! Thanks also to Tom Vowler and Anthony Caleshu for making me feel so welcome and at ease (a little too at ease, perhaps!) and thanks, too, to Jamie Edgecombe and all who shared a delightful celebratory meal.
I did remember my camera when I went for a dander around the sea front, however, and I found evidence of Plymouth's rich history from every vista.
 From the wealth of Empire...
...to walls of defence...
 ...from above the sea....
 ...the sea itself....
 ...beneath the sea....
...in praise....
 ...and protest....
 ...nature...
 ...and man made...
...everywhere, signs of an outlook...
...of island life...
 ...and aspirations...
...in memory....
 ...respectfully...
 ...and irreverently...
 ...in honour...
 ...bold....
 ...devout...
...remembered...
....and those that cannot be forgotten....
...a combative history....
 ...marked with pride....
...fierce vision....
...and curiosity....
...to the fruits of Lords and Ladies. In short, a fitting location to read a story about colonialism and a taste of being English.




If you'd like to read my Short Fiction competition winning story, "While Women Rage in Winter", you can buy it via the University of Plymouth's website - it would mean a lot to me, but, crucially, it would keep this endangered and important journal alive.