3301 - Sofa to Sofia

My last day at home before the autumn
Holiday, very start of September
Me, John and Gareth off to the Balkans
Poor weather here, I hope for better there
Early start, I must try to rise at four
Fuck knows what'll happen if the alarm
Doesn't go off as it should or I snore
Through it, oblivious. Worry will arm
Me, I think, I'll probably, true to form
Wake up myself before it plays its tune
Not gonna have breakfast, I do not dare
Unless I wake up early enough, warm
Some porridge, quickly. I don't wanna run
To Piccadilly, panicking, no sir!!

3300 - Down in the pub watching United

I need an early night, but had a good
Day mainly relaxing, on internet
Quite a lot earlier, photos uploaded
The next ones will be holiday pix. Bet
I take a few when we're out there. Then went
With Javi to the Binary Bar, saw
United lose at Swansea, how upset
Will Josie be. I hope she's OK for
The first week back in school, maths, what a bore
Those days have long gone for me, yes, thank God
When 'Down in the Tube Station at Midnight'
By The Jam was a hit, took exam. Poor
Showing, tried again next June, succeeded
Got maths which I needed, then all forgot!

3299 - Labour of love

Saturday, the day I walk many miles
To see my daughter Josie, it's such fun
I'm like the dad Proclaimer, all those miles
Count as nothing to see my little hun
We walked from her home to the train station
Then met Pearl, my oldest, in Manchester
First we had coffees and crisps, chatted some
Then moved on to Slice, where we had pizza
And sat outside, we were joined by Vera
Her and Pearl left to see Corbyn, two miles
Up the road in Newton Heath, election
For Labour leader, causing a furore
In the mainstream papers, with many miles
Of print trying to spread opprobrium

3298 - Weekend starts here

Friday, Friday, oh oh that is my day
Nobody in the office, only two
Of us, I passed the time but felt weary
Tried to nap on the sofa but was too
Late, so got dressed and walked quickly down to
The Salford Arms, three pints with Dermot, he's
Off to Costa Rica, kayak, canoe
Off a waterfall or some similar wheeze
I demanded pictures of any she's
But he said no, that won't happen, no way
Then to El Capo, Vee and P and ooh
Quesadilla, very nice and tasty
Chat at the flat, then walked home thru the Gay
Village, crowded like mad, drunk folk carouse

Fri 28 August

3297 - Poem of poems

The last thing I need to do today 'cept
For eating my tea, is to write this now
So here I go, flex literary biceps
Although the main writing I've done is throw
A couple of poems by email, one to go
Into Kieren King's anthology of
Evidently poetry, based on show
He puts on monthly at the Eagle, bruv
Talking of pubs, last night we went to both
Tiger Lounge and Dry Bar. Tomorrow's set
Up nicely, pint with Dermot up in town
Then meal with Vee and Pearl, I'll huff and puff
To get there by nine, El Capo's select
As the venue, so Viva Mexico!

3296 - Get to bed!

Long day, I need to get to bed real quick
Got work tomorrow, nuff to make you sick
But before I retire, must do my schtick
Got a sonnet to do, my daily trick
Sometimes I wonder why I have this stick
To beat myself with, but it makes time tick
And after all this time, I've got so slick
Each day I recall every punch and kick
Each day I recall every friend or prick
Each line goes by, rhyme gets problematic
And tiredness grows, making the brain grow thick
I also feel the toilet call, rhythmic
Pulsating of the bladder, a caustic
Reminder that I have to stop, and quick

Wed 26 August

3295 - Not on the same page

A new diary begins today because
The old one's full, so said today's message
From Blogger,com, warning me it was
Likely I'd overwrite poems on old page
(Antonionioni's New Onions). Outrage!
At least they warned me, so here we are, new
Blog called TB Hee Hee's Diary, new stage
In my daily sonnets, nine years they grew
Need a new (free) page, let me continue
With no monthly fees, don't want to pay, please
In these times of austerity, spendage
Needs reining in, ask George Osborne, would you
Today I ordered cash for holidays
Less than a week to go, Euro rampage