Nights of the literary vampire

I've been working through the night these last few days, mainly because the Saltaire arts festival is on and I've been helping out with setting up the various rooms in Victoria Hall, which I see us our ultra-posh community centre. On Thursday we had a ball, a black-tie do with lots of salmon and champagne. It's my first time in a black tie outfit since losing nearly six stones at Slimmer's World so it felt really good. On Sunday there was a table-top sale in the main hall and yesterday an opera party.

Afterwards I was helping to clean up in another room where some poets had been doing a public reading. One guy who'd been boasting he wrote political poems couldn't even be bothered to move his butt one centimetre while I was shifting chairs. So much for political and literary integrity!