Fortunately the rest of the audience seemed much more forgiving and after my terrible trauma I was supplied with crisps by Pen, Gavin, Joss, Jonas and Cheney (see below) until my nerves were steadied and my taxi had arrived.
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Onwards to Wimbledon!
I arrived with a couple of hours to spare to I sated my hunger with a Smoked Krakauer inna bun from this guy...
I was then ushered into the library by Wimbledon's insanely well groomed library team...
Now I actually wrote down everyone's names, at least I think I did, but I can't find the piece of paper so if any of you read this could you put your name in the comments so I can edit the blog.
After a reading from Rivers of London by local actor and playwright Michael Norman-Smith I was turned loose on the audience who were very nice and gentle with me even those that had obviously been dragged in by their better halves.
So that's twelve events done - plenty more to go.
On Sunday I get a day off but on Monday - FOREST GATE!