I'm reading tonight as part of Sparks Night 3 at Brighton's coolest (but tiniest) venue Upstairs at Three and Ten. David Oprava is reading too. And others, although I'm not sure who.
The butterflies started fluttering about half an hour ago, which was a relief, because for previous readings they've started about 48 hours earlier. Now I can agonise about the reading instead of agonising about not worrying.