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A Wordy Evening

One of the most exciting aspects of living in a big city is the opportunity to have an abundance of things to do...right outside your doorstep.

Stating the obvious, I suppose, but when we live in TO before, we didn't take advantage as much as I now feel we should have. Bonus is? Being back is like being able to do it all over again.

In Belfast, we were fortunate to attend lots of arts events because of my line work. I was just luck to be in the know and felt quite at home amongst those that took part in these events. (NOT Harper's rich rendition, I assure you)

So, tonight, we're going to take advantage of our geography and head to a book reading. Everyone probably remembers Irvine Welsh mostly for his crazy druggies in Trainspotting and I got to know a bit more of his work while at Blackstaff as we had an author with a similar style.

His latest novel, Crime, is out and lucky for us he's promoting it. Seems a bit funny to go see a Scot in Toronto when I could have seen him in Scotland but perhaps I'll feel transported back to a life that seems so very far away these days.

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