Nashua Gallagher, of Peel Street Poetry, on being a true Hong Kong girl
Marking the 10th anniversary of Peel Street Poetry, a co-founder tells Rachael Barker how the open-mic nights became a haven for Hongkongers seeking a creative outlet.

I was born in Sri Lanka and my family moved to Hong Kong when I was one. My father had a business that was based here and we went back and forth, spending six months here and six months there. One of my earliest memories is riding the Star Ferry. It was back in the days when there were lots of hawkers and we'd always get egg waffles. That was my entertainment as a child.
Mine was a typical Hong Kong expat upbringing until I hit my teen years. Due to circumstances out of my control I found myself out of school. I became involved in an online art community, and that helped draw me out a bit. That's when I started to write seriously. We had a couple of meet-ups and I ended up being a co-administrator of Hong Kong DeviantArt. I wasn't at school but I was out meeting other budding artists and doing fun stuff. When I was about 15, it suddenly hit me, "Oh, all your friends will be doing their GCSEs soon. What are you doing?" I ended up going to the public library. I didn't really know what I was doing but I started drawing up timetables for myself and studying. As it's Hong Kong, I started tutoring children in English - despite having no formal training. With the money I earned from that, I got myself tutored.
I found a cute little blue bar ... There was such an eclectic bunch of people there; teachers, journalists, surfers, tennis instructors ... No one knew I was just a teenager
Wandering around Central, I found a cute little blue bar called Joyce Is Not Here (owned by interior designer Joyce Peng) on Peel Street. There was such an eclectic bunch of people there; teachers, journalists, surfers, tennis instructors. It was very Cheers-esque.
I would go there during the day to do my homework and I'd meet the most interesting people. No one knew I was just a teenager, they all assumed I was much older. It so happened that another regular, Keith McMullen, and I started talking about poetry. He said, "Look, you write and I write, why don't we show each other our work?" We decided to meet the following Wednesday. That was 10 years ago, and on most Wednesdays since, people have gathered at either Joyce, which has closed now, or in another space, to read their work - all because of that first meeting. After the two of us met, Joyce put in one of her ads: "Wednesdays are now poetry nights", and people started coming. It turned into an open-mic night. It's really grown, it's amazing. Our current emcee, Henrik Hoeg, has breathed so much life into it. Peel Street Poetry performed at TEDxWanChai this year. And we've done a bunch of charity events. We're at Orange Peel, in Lan Kwai Fong, now. It's actually a music bar but on Wednesdays it turns into a poetry place.

Along the way I had two kids. I met my husband, Angus, at a poetry meet. He had a few friends who dragged him along. We discovered we were expecting when I was 18 and doing the whole writing, studying and working thing. So I got married at 18. Everyone thought I was mad but, from day one, I saw us sitting next to each other and talking about our day and that's exactly what we do. He still remembers to bring me my cookies! I'm not fluffy and sentimental, despite the poetry, and I'm not a big believer in soul mates, but I am prudent enough to know when something's different, and Angus is different.