After morning in the Navan Library with the juniors it was off to Drogheda for the Highlanes reading before an audience of thirty four, thirty five if you count the man with the ladder and the roll of cable wire.  I wasn't long finding out that this audience didn't do humour.  Anyway I ploughed on and was rewarded with some book sales and Lapwing treated us well.  It was my fourth reading in Drogheda since last year The hotel where I won my computer, the Art Gallery for the Viaduct bards, McHugh's pub where I won the Poetry Grand Slam and yesterday the Highlanes