It’s the penultimate week of the Living Record Festival, so you have until listen to ‘Circles’ and send me your designs via @carminamasoliver on Instagram. I would love to see them! You just need to print out the design and colour with pens, pencils, felt tips – whatever you have at hand!
Last night, I recorded the live Zoom event, which is now available to watch back when you buy the ticket bundle, which is £5 for the ‘Circles’ audio, PDF activity and Zoom video download. I discuss the journey of ‘Circles’, and read some new poems about my late grandad and processing the grief. I also still have just under 30 copies of the ‘Circles’ book (Burning Eye Books) available to post. I can sign your copy with a dedication of your choice when you buy it from me directly.
Valentine’s Day is tomorrow. Is it just me, or is it impossible to ignore? Tonight I plan to drink some F*ckboy Tears whilst watching the ‘Queer Heart Breakers Ball’. It features Jenny Foulds, Desree and Reece Lyons, who are all amazing! I also have heart-shaped meat pies and, having to work today, I’m very much looking forward to it!
I’m also hoping to attend Worst Date Ever on the day itself. I’ve seen both shows live before and they’re sure to make an excellent Valentine’s weekend, however you’re feeling about it! I think avoiding social media and attending events like this will be best as I already saw a post about someone’s boyfriend giving them thoughtful little pre-Valentine’s gifts, and it’s really hard to compare, even when you’re feeling happy before you see it! Will I be able to follow my own advice though? Let’s see…
I spent my Valentine’s eve at this open mic. I went alone, as you can see from the camera angle here. I wasn’t much in the mood for drinking Foster’s again so started off with some vodka in still lemonade, yum! However, the vodka at the bar was double the price of pints so I went for the cheaper option.
My set was a bitter re-telling of recent romantic failures. I may have broken both sides of my heart now but at least I can turn these into attempts at poetry. Writing a poem for your boyfriend (and yes, I’ve done the lovely dovey ‘I’ve never been more happy than this, when you tell me I’m beautiful and give me a kiss’ poetry dedications) may affect them momentarily, but tales of heartbreak will always resonate with more people because I think most people have had mad/sad/bad experiences with love.
I spent the day watching unattractive males walk around with roses and other such bunches of flowers. I think there’s probably only one guy that ever knew I would rather a packet of seeds fo Antirrhinum flowers, although he would know them only by the name snapdragon, has probably forgotten and doesn’t care for me. I sent this guy a Valentine’s card as one last shot to make something happen. However, I accidentally sent it to my parent’s address which is my billing address. I sent him a text but he didn’t reply. Time to move on.
I went speed dating the night before, and although the layout was pretty bad (it was like a school canteen, with the girl’s moving along) and you had to shout to be heard in the roar of noise… well, it was really fun! I went with a frex of mine and so it’s pretty cool we can do that together. I have ZERO female single friends. Anyway, I put down about 8 guys names and got 4 matches, so that’s not bad.
I ended Valentine’s Day by walking home from town as I got a 35 bus and didn’t know where to get off. I took a detour through the park and, slightly inebriated, I ran up the steps to the slide and went down it. I ended up with on my knees, ripping my dress. It was probably the best way to end up in that position really.