Went to a zine fair on Saturday, and was staying up late last week to get the thing done and finished. Then didn’t sell a single colouring book, instead people bought back issues of zines I printed ages ago, so I could have relaxed really.
There was a bit at the end with some readings and the like, that I didn’t stay for (I’m really not a fan of that kind of thing). First up was this guy who was wearing a black suit with new balance trainers like something out of Seinfeld who had asked the host at the last moment if he could go on, and she said sure thing.
There were loads of kids in the audience, and he warned before hand that it “had some naughty words” and the parents were all, oh a bit of swearing doesn’t matter and then he read a “satirical” poem with a Theresa May sex scene with loads of really gross details.
The host only managed to come out with “well, that’s a sentiment” afterwards while almost no-one applauded, and quickly hustled him off the stage before he read anything else. And the guy who had to go on next to do a perfectly normal reading of some writing he’d done had this “oh shit what have I got myself into” look on his face.