Petra Taylor gave me a spot at Ice Box in Glasgae which wiz a pretty mental venue which reminded me ae a bomb shelter.
A’ started aff improvisin’ but bottled it half way through an’ switched intae a poem tae finish.
Another performer aftirwurds telt me a’ wiz fuckin’ mental.
Guess a’ wiz a guid fit fur the venue then.
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