Thursday, 12 May 2011

Wanna Meet Up (6)?

A group of people calling ourselves the "wannabes" are meeting for a social lunch, to discuss writing, the universe and everything. This will be the sixth occasion we've done this and they've all been great fun. Wanna join in?

It will be on the 10th June at the Portobello Gold pub in Notting Hill. Full details are on the Wannabe a Writer web site. If you want to come along, then please let me know by leaving a comment here or on the web site, so I can reserve enough space.

It would be great to see you there!

4 comments:

Leatherdykeuk said...

darn!
Still can't. Wish I could.

Talli Roland said...

I'll try! It's right down the road from me, so I'll give it my best shot. Would be great to meet everyone!

gaelikaa said...

I keep meaning to answer the email Kevin, lucky I saw this post. I'd love to go and will certainly be there in spirit. Sadly, living out in India there isn't much chance I'll be around for that. But still, if I'm ever over that way when it's on....

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