Muck & Brass: July 25, 2012

We’re back! And, what’s more, IT’S OUR BIRTHDAY!

Liars’ League Leeds is one year old this month (we know, we know, we don’t look a day over ten months). To celebrate, we’ve gone back to our roots and northerned it up with a thoroughly flat-capped theme: our Muck & Brass night will be held at the fantastic White Cloth Gallery on Wednesday, July 25th.

The stories this month are:

Visiting Professor, by Brindley Hallam Dennis

Dougal’s Hobby, by Stephen Bellamy

Merci Maitresse, by MJ Choudhury

From Within, by Stanley James

The Cow And Cabbage, by Liam Hogan

We’ve got torture by trumpetdirty work among the cabbages, an aromatic academic, the bright side of the Black Death, and a dominatrix with doubts….

All brought to life by our crew of terrific actors! Plus, there’ll be the almost famous Liars’ League Leeds half-time books quiz, with real papery prizes to be won!

There might even be birthday cake.

All for just £3!

We’ll be flinging wide our doors at 7pm, and getting the storytelling started at 7.30. But if you’d like to get fed and watered at the Gallery bar, and check out some of the White Cloth’s fantastic exhibitions, you can pretty much show up as early as you like…

Tell your friends, tell your family, tell your colleagues, tell Twitter, tell Facebook, dammit, tell the whole damn’ world!

We’ll see you there! 

Liars’ League Leeds does International Short Story Day!

On June 20, LLL went across town to Leeds’ fabulous White Cloth Gallery to put on a special show for International Short Story Day (in association with the lovely folk at Comma Press).

Here’s Rose Condo reading ‘Juice’, by Katy Darby:

Juice, by Katy Darby

They always came in the morning, cheerful like Mammy, bustling and rustling and smelling of soap and iodine. Get up Laney, rise and shine, time for your juice. Just like Momma did when I was small, calling me down for my juice and cereal; Cap’n Crunch on weekends, or when I’d been real good. I made the nurses call it juice; it sounded nicer that way. Reminded me of sunshine on oranges, of commercials full of people with clean eyes and happy teeth. This juice is like medicine; you don’t got to like it but you got to take it…

Read the whole story.

And this is Matthew Lewney reading ‘Ten Green Bottles’, by Sam Carter:

Ten Green Bottles, by Sam Carter

He’d been saving up since he heard. At first he couldn’t do anything, just lay curled under his duvet or on his sofa, staring at things; the wall, the blank TV, the congealing washing-up in the sink. But then he’d thought, fuck it. It’s a long weekend, only one way to make it shorter. No flag-waving with the family; not even an away-from it all coupley city-break for him. He wandered the narrow striplit horseshoe of Evan’s crammed shop, planning his strategy: a case of Rolling Rock to start with, main course two bottles of Bulgarian wine (both colours) for a fiver, and pills for dessert. There was even half a bottle of Gordon’s and some Tia Maria for coffee and liqueurs. Sorted…

Read the rest of the story here.

And here’s Esther Cleverly’s ‘Trouble With Moles’, read by Jane Hollington:

Trouble with Moles, by Esther Cleverly

 Nathan comes every Wednesday after school, to teach her chemistry. At least, that’s what her parents think. That’s what he thinks too. And she’s learning some chemistry. Slowly. But what she’s mostly learning is that he isn’t like other boys…

You can (and should) read rest of the story here.