Friday. Royal fucking wedding. Dreading it. What are you doing? I’m looking after the kids, so probably watching CBeebies, maybe some Star Wars films, playing the Nintendo DS, going to the playpark, maybe eating some fish fingers. Then I’m going here:

That’s right, Word Power, where I’m reading and playing some music, alongside poets Paul Kingsnorth and Anita Govan. Details are here. It’s called The Great Divorce. It’s at Word Power, the country’s leading alternative bookshop. I think we can all safely assume we shall not be bowing and scraping to the monarchy. Join us, it’s free. And fun. And cool. And shit and stuff. Word. Etc.