by kb
There's something slightly alarming about this year's Cultural Exchanges brochure. I don't like needles - something to do with failing Needlework at school, I expect - and prefer to avoid them in all guises, from the large needles used for neat embroidery to the even larger implements employed for injections at the doctor's surgery. Tattoo parlours make me squirm though, at a previous Cultural Exchanges festival, I spent a happy hour or so listening as Joolz Denby talked to students about the joys of "body modification." Still, I find the new brochure cover slightly alarming.
All the more reason to open the brochure quickly and decide on my bookings. Pam Thompson on Monday for certain. She's a friend and I love her poems. And I can't miss Liz Lochhead on Thursday, though I'm not sure whether I have the nerve to attend her workshop. But I'm weaving my way through a series of painful clashes. Why does Liz Lochhead's performance clash with Lewis Wolpert? I want to hear Lemn Sissay but I'm also fascinated by the history of working-class gambling. And then there's the clash between the Granta evening and Billy Bragg "in conversation." Didn't the programme organisers know that these events would attract exactly the same people?
Hmm. ... Decision time.
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