Something’s happening…
Last month I told you about Wordplay, the Writers Club I’ve been attending here in Portugal for the last year or so, and how wonderful and inspiring it’s been - and how they published an anthology of writings (including three of my pieces) inspired by the monthly prompts that come out of the meetings.
Well, here’s some more news - from January 2026, I’m going to be opening a new branch of the Wordplay Writers Club in Alvaiázere together with Jim, one of the founder members of the Club, and all-round nice bloke (he’s also one hell of a writer)!
So, if you fancy an evening of fun and games with words and stories and poems, and you happen to be in the vicinity of Alvaiázere on January the 5th between 6 and 8 in the evening why not come down to The Hub Community Space. All you need to bring with you is a pen and paper (or your phone or tablet) - and your imagination!
And probably a coat. It is January, after all.
No mês passado, eu disse a vocês sobre o Wordplay, o clube de escritores que tenho frequentado aqui em Portugal há um ano, e como tem sido maravilhoso e inspirador — e como eles publicaram uma antologia de textos (incluindo três dos meus) inspirados nos temas mensais que surgem nas reuniões.
Bem, aqui estão mais algumas novidades: a partir de janeiro, vou abrir uma nova filial do Wordplay Writers Club em Alvaiázere, juntamente com o Jim, um dos membros fundadores do clube e um tipo simpático em todos os aspetos (além de ser um escritor fantástico!).
Então, se quiser passar uma noite divertida com jogos de palavras, histórias e poemas, e estiver nas proximidades de Alvaiázere no dia 5 de janeiro, entre as 18h e as 20h, por que não vem até ao The Hub Community Space? Tudo o que precisa trazer é caneta e papel (ou o seu telemóvel ou tablet) — e a sua imaginação!
E provavelmente um casaco. Afinal estamos em janeiro.
In other news…
…in a terrible attack of massive self-indulgence, I’ve made myself a business card.
I think this came about because I have been asked a few times recently ‘What do you do?’ to which I’ve answered ‘Er, I’m a poet, I guess. I have a website. Let me write it down for you.’ Cue fumbling for a pen, and grumbles of ‘What does that say? Is that an ‘n’?’ etc, etc, ad nauseum.
Having this means I don’t have to go through that rigmarole anymore. If it ever happens again, that is. I hope it does. I’ve got 250 of the little blighters.
And I should say the photo of me, by the wonderful Dixon Bordiano, is one I particularly like.
Also, it was cheap.