In 2014 I took part in an “initiative” by the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra that sought to use classical music as inspiration for contemporary prose. The piece I submitted was BS, a B. S. Johnson-inspired piece of automatic writing. I scrawled a few thousand words during the performance and then censored it down to something I felt comfortable with other people reading (I was a bit more demure back then).
It is about the Stow on the Wold Gypsy Fair, Elvis Presley, orchestras from an outside perspective, my own prurience and the sad fact that my highest creative achievement to date happened in 2009, a fact made sadder by its continued truth far into the future.
Here it is: