A big crowd tonight, despite my reading BBC weather forecasts and relaying prognoses of sleet and doom and writers staying in their garrets to warm hands over tallow candles.

I thought the quality of work read out was pretty bad (with the exception of one piece, which I liked). But the bad pieces redeemed themselves by being short, so a good time was had in the pub afterwards.

It was Rachel's last session before she moves away to the strange wilds of saarf Lunnon. Hopefully she will find the literary aspirations of writers down there to be so stifling that she will come back us as often as childcare and public transport allow.