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Hooray For Horovitz!

The Oxfam Winter Poetry Festival 2009 continues tonight, with its second event.
All events at the Oxfam Books and Music shop
91 Marylebone High Street, London W1
5 minutes from Baker Street tube station
TUESDAY, 27 January – 7 pm start time
3 Performance Poets for Oxfam
“Hooray for Horovitz!” Night
with the Australian Tug Dumbly
The UK’s very own John Hegley
and Special Guest Michael Horovitz
Please reserve seats for these events by contacting shop manager Martin Penny by phone at 020 7487 3570
Admission free. Suggested £8 donation for the events.
All money raised goes to Oxfam, a registered charity.

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