3338 - Don't let the music play

A rare night in, this week, early to bed
To recuperate from being up late
The last four nights, though it's been fun. Instead
It's relaxation, quiet. I will wait
For some other time to play music. Great
Chance to watch a DVD of burlesque
'Immodesty Blaize' it's called. Javi's out
At his English language class. On my desk
For the last week or two it's lain, don't ask
Me if it's any good, I'll soon find out
Meanwhile the Tory Conference takes its mask
Of caring for society (hearts bled)
Back to the south where strangers fear to tread
Unless they're loaded. Cameron pig-gate

3337 - Pop slickers

We won the pop quiz again, thought we would
Normally win general knowledge but pop
Is specialist, and I'm special at good
Pop lists, like eighties number ones, get up
To a good score and end up at the top
Of the pop pickers, slick as fuck, wee rule
As Echo might have said, we'll never stop
When it comes to pop, we will be no fool
Listen to me, for this is the pop school!
Actually I hate pop, oh what a word
Oh what a night, no this was not a flop
What we did just couldn't be ridiculed
And now, to close, I'd like to chew the cud
Heading for the balcony, hip hip hop

3336 - Aunty Austerity

Quick one, as it's gettin rather late now
Half-one, and I was tired when I woke up
I've done a day's work and gone to a show
Which finished at half-past midnight, oh crap
Wanted an early night, but that's fucked prop-
er. Celebrating a good time though with
A can or two of Stella, help to drop
Off quickly, maybe, but might need a piss
In the night. The first act, they came on first
Public Broadcasting Service, take a bow
Then Charlotte Church, never thought I would pop
To a show and see her! But she was with
It, quite proggy actually. Headliners now
Were Super Furry Animals, hip hip!

3335 - Bella Mancunia

Spent the day with Josie, so sad to part
Went to Man U as usual, always there
Pasta in Bella Italia, but what
Cuisine is that? Oh, Italian, oh yeah
No tomatoes were treated cruelly, fair
Play to the buggers, we had, what did we
Have? I know what, but I can't remember
What it's called. Creamy sauce, a sugary
And savoury thing. Afterwards met D
As audience members for King Gong, a fart-
Filled night of belly laughs. Thought the compere
Was witty, Paul Thorne, unlike most of the
Acts, but having said that, they were good sorts
Mostly, they're all slowly getting better

3334 - Thought for food

It's already almost three, oh gosh, gee
And I still need to neck my Stella cans
A good night out with Derm and lil Nancy
Went to Turtle Bay on Oldham Street and
It was good, Caribbean-style food, my glands
Appreciated it and the chat also
After that, Gullivers for more beer glass
The contents aided somewhat but although
Not entirely necessary no more
So much to say, so much felt, much to see
As time goes on the more we understand
If we still have open minds to adore
Each day as a portal, infinity
And everything within it still beckons

3333 - Everything, everything

I'll quickly write this sonnet while I can
After a long day at work, followed by
Unbelievably tight guitar session
So beautiful it makes me wanna cry
And so another day has gone, bye bye
Don't really care about what happens now
But in the oven is an onion pie
It's tasty, and the taste factor is wow
Life on Mars is back again, they allow
It to resurface now and now again
The news is so cliched, same themes pop by
War, childhood poverty, war, war, and so
Here it comes, yet another election
I'm getting bored, it's ending with a sigh...

3332 - Sock exchange

It's a month since the Balkans trip began
Seems hard to believe, I've been back so long
(It seems). Just shows how time's a funny thang
It plays tricks on your mind (but not your thong)
These cheesy observations kinda pong
Like socks you've worn for four or five days straight
But you can stick it up your billabong
If you have a problem with all this, mate
(Assumes Aussie accent) cos the worst fate
You can imagine is to play England
In the Rugby World Cup and LOSE, such strong
Humiliation, Ashes lost of late
(In the cricket) Poor you! Except that can
Not happen, England are shit. S'long...