I went out last night, which is a complicated thing to do midweek, what with the hectic social and sporting timetable the kids have developed, and the fact that my husband works too hard and too long. I wasn’t even mad keen on going. It was an event organised by Apples and Snakes, and compered by Briony, who organised the Open Mouth evening I attend. I went to support her, and to support spoken word in the area in general. It was billed as spoken word and dance, and I was expecting something pale, and drooping, and intense.
What I got was Maria Ferguson, who is sharp, funny, smart, warm, and just a little bit dangerous. And classically trained. She’s great. She writes with a scalpel, she moves beautifully – just the way she moved her hands as she spoke was awesome – and she can really, really sing. She made me laugh, and she kept me on the edge of my seat, not quite sure what was going to come next. Not bad, for a one woman show, in a freezing cold ex-chapel in North Devon.