Two blogged in one, as I cannot remember that much.
Evolving Words was worth the trip just for the venue. The performance took place in Manchester museum’s Animal Life gallery, so above our heads was the giant whale skeleton.
The young performers intertwined Darwin with growing up and cultural identity, I quite enjoyed the merging of Darwin with individuality, but I couldn’t help but edging towards my critical side.
To me it was an enjoyable school play, the group young identity who are in residence at the contact theatre certainly had the guts to perform so all credit to them.
I loved the six by six awards, it was a lovely way for me to round off the festival attending on my own with a glass of free wine and a record bag, seated in the Lord mayor’s Parlour.
It was a fitting tribute to the great project that MMU Cheshire’s Creative writing graduates, and Stockport College’s illustration undergraduates had collaborated on together. The short story anthology gave me a severe hankering to be back at Salford studying Creative Writing .
The book launch was of a really high standard and gave the students the credit their work deserved.