By Nimue Brown.

Miserable Poets Cafe has become a bit of a thing in Stroud. Every now and then a group of poets gather to share misery. No glimmers of hope, no light at the end of the tunnel. There tends to be a lot of laughter, strangely!

The audio quality is not fantastic in this video because the room itself has rather poor acoustics. However, hopefully you can get the gist. The first half of the video is me, sharing a true tale of woe and compulsion. The second half of the video features the guy the poem was about - Bill Jones - who was running the evening. He is still talking to me.

Being a bit of a Steampunk, I can't resist wearing my hat, and on this occasion, my tail coat to non-Steampunk events. So I frequently look like this, even if no one else does! The me in a top hat image I've used with this post also wasn't from a Stemapunk event.

 

For more of my silliness, do check out Steampunk novel Intelligent Designing for Amateurs.

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