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Sundays at the Oto (reading series)


“poetry and music with the post-avant crowd for your Sunday afternoon pleasure”

Third Sunday of the month, 3-5 pm, Café Oto, 18-22 Ashwin Street, Dalston, London E8 3DL ( £4 entry.

October 19: Keith Jebb + The Mind Shop (music: Armorel Weston, John Gibbens and David Miller) + Wanda Phipps + Alyson Torns

Wanda Phipps, from New York, may not be familiar to all listmembers - her work can be accessed via her website:

She will be reading poetry, not I am afraid singing. Wanda is also appearing at Openned on Tuesday the 21st.

Cafe Oto is tucked away at the main crossroads in Dalston, just opposite & down a little way from Dalston Kingsland Overground Station (2 stations from Victoria Line at Highbury & Islington), and with good bus routes from Waterloo (76 & 243), Victoria (38), Kings Cross (30), Tottenham Court Road (38 & 242), London Bridge(149) & Liverpool Street (242 & 149), let alone North & East London. Ashwin Street is first off North side of Dalston Lane from the crossroads - its other end immediately off Abbott Street (1st off East side of Kingsland High St). There will be organic beer, cider and fruit juices etc, plus home made cakes. For further information:

Sundays at the Oto


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