No-o-o-o, it can’t be true! Not after all we’ve been through together! Surely not a
serious thread on Ask A Drunk???
Yup, ’fraid so. Just shut your eyes, clench your teeth and huddle together (with yourself, and possibly your imaginary friend), and it’ll soon be over…
*It’s ten years this month since the poet Adam Johnson, a life-enhancing friend to several of the original Ask A Drunk crew, died at the age of twenty-eight.
To mark this anniversary the Carcanet Press is issuing Adam’s Collected Poems, and readers in London are invited to attend a modest launch-event at Waterstone’s, Garrick Street, Covent Garden, on Friday 16 May from 7-8 pm, hosted jointly by two of his closest friends, the novelist Jeremy Trafford and Richard Pyatt, Dean of Rhetoric at Westminster School and a valued contributor to the original Ask A Drunk.
Wine, readings, reminiscences and a sprinkling of Ask A Drunk veterans (though not me, alas, except in spirit) – really, what more could you ask of a Friday night?
*There now, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Why, we’ll have you back to normal in less than a fortnight. Just take one of these alarm-clock-sized tablets every quarter of an hour until Lynskey is appointed a Knight of the Garter…
― Rex (Rex), Tuesday, 6 May 2003 04:31 (twenty-two years ago)
one month passes...
Just to say – albeit a tad late – that the gathering seems to have gone off in fine style. A full house, an admired performance by Adam’s friend and editor Neil Powell, a decent number of copies shifted, and Adam’s mother Joyce as guest of honour. That’s gotta be better than knocking nails into your head with a terracotta model of Freddie Garrity, which – quite by coincidence – is what I happened to be doing that evening.
― Rex (Rex), Sunday, 22 June 2003 18:02 (twenty-two years ago)