I’m in Kings Cross meeting The Journalist at 8am. She’s back from New York fashion week and straight into London Fashion week and then at 10am I meet musician and Jazz impresario Gary Crosby. We catch the breeze at the Royal Festival Hall Café. At twelve thirty pm I’m up on the fourth floor of the royal Festival Hall for a photoshoot with The Times. It’s with photographer Hugo Glendinning. I worked with him a year ago when he created a photograph art piece of I Test , a wall poem of mine.
Two thirty pm an intriguing worker from Southbank centre interviews me about this blog for her magazine. It’s as if someone has walked into me. I try to blog blind. I blog for personal reasons. She stepped into my personal reasons. I felt slightly exposed but fascinated. I leave Southbank Centre at five and arrive at Clapham Grand. A TV crew awaits, from Sky Arts for an interview about Bookslam which I was about to Host. By 7pm the qeue outside curls round the block. It’s going to be special. The writers arrive like champion all stars – Inua Elams, Nick Mulvey and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.
Outside night falls. Inside The Clapham Grand the stage lights turn on. The TV cameras are rolling. It’s seven forty pm I walk onto the stage to a sold out audience. It feels good. “Ladies and Gentlemen my name is Lemn Sissay and I am your host this evening . Welcome, to Bookslam.”.