Hope in Huddersfield.
Today blends into tonight and the young people read their poems on stage with music and drama. The event is introduced by the assistant dean of The University of Huddersfield. I am proud that she made the effort to be there for the young people and for this event.
By the end some of the workers are in floods of tears at the quality of the work and the determination of the individuals to read it to the best of their ability. They are all presented with my signed book as a present. It's very moving, the whole thing. The young people are brilliant, the workers are dedicated and the audience is proud. Magic happened in Huddersfield.
I was brought up in care. Eighteen years of it. I don't do lots of these events. They take it out of me. It's all I can do not to breakdown at the quiet break throughs that happened. But I don't break down. cause that's not what it's about. Their is a scale module of The Globe Theatre in the foyer. I can point to the place where I stood on that stage three years ago. I walk back through the night, to my hotel. Tomorrow I shall be on stage hundreds of miles away, with hundreds of children singing an original composition by Laka D of a song written by me called The Olympic Torch Song.
I arrive at the hotel at 9.30pm. I wanted to go back to London tonight but it'd take too long so I walk into the bar at the hotel and drink. I go to bed at 1am having drunk allot, knowing that I have to be up at 5.30am in the morning to get a train.