The wintry Me and the Dead blog tour goes on a little holiday. We are departing from the advertised itinerary to bring Steerforth, at The Age of Uncertainty, back from the bosom of his family and blinking into the full sunlight of the Salt experience. But look how he thinks he can behave! What kind of den of iniquity is he dragging me into?
You’d better go right over there, find out what I think about American accents, see what sex in Albert Square has got to do with the Jackson Five, and rescue me!
My Cyclone tour will continue, after some slight, post-Poetry Hut, Christmas slippage, at Philadelphia’s hep-cat hangout E-Verse Radio on Friday. (And actually, they’re a bit disappointingly lowbrow today, too. I just don’t know.)
(And speaking of writers” names: Curt Aldrich. Fabulous.)
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January 6, 2009 at 11:54 pm
For a moment I thought that said Isle of Wontons. Which is to be found here.