Recipe for Water

I went to a Poems & Pints night tonight except there were no pints. It was in my old college and every so often a couple of us who were on the MA course together try to attend. We thought it was the end of term readings from students but there was a guest poet, Gillian Clarke, who happens to be the National Poet for Wales. She was jolly good. I liked her poetry - it was very accessible and not too long - and she did very good chatty bits in-between.

We'd all taken some nibbles or drinks and, at the end I was hovering near the food table, trying to grab the last few Cadbury's Fingers when a woman picked up the box and put in a bag. I thought she was taking it home with her but then she said, 'Do you know where I can get rid of this rubbish?'

Rubbish?!!! That was half a box of Cadbury's Fingers she was talking about! Kelly and I said, 'Yes, we'll eat them!'

What is the world coming to?