4792 - Bint stint

Poor sleep last night, with my cold now full-on
Meant I was exhausted today for sure
But still stayed til 4:30, work all done
Then went home, hoped for nap on the sofa
Didn't get it, then walked to Manchester
Met Justyna at the Frog and Bucket
We crossed the road and went round a corner
Then came back thinking time to go in, but
For another half-hour we had to wait
And once we got in, there was still a long
Wait, as there always is. I still think there
Were enough great acts, award-winners, it
Was 6 of them, all were funny women
We got picked on, me in particular!

Tue 8 Oct

4791 - You've got to be in before you can be out

Tired, partly from my own weekend excess
And also I seem to have caught a cold
Out again tomorrow, so I must rest
Tonight, try to recover and enfold
Myself in duvet and sheet. The uke flowed
Tonight, played old rock tunes from a playlist
Made by Spotify, and more practice showed
How great it is to persevere, that is
The secret of art and of fruitfulness
The harvest of my labour through the years
That little uke, so small and light to hold
Brings to life vibrations from my cortex
Some from my childhood. But so much descends
From and depends on young experience

4790 - Poxy driver

Stayed in apart from Sainsburys. Bit washed out
Unsurprisingly after two nights' booze
Still did exercises though on the mat
Still thinking of Berlioz and belly ooze
Looking back on it's quite hilarious
Though I think Helen's still ill, suffering
It was nice walking in the rain to bus
Stop, helping her catch it and not needing
An expensive taxi this time. Spending
£60 getting home last Friday, what
A rip-off. Had thought I could write some new
Stuff, comedy or a song, but watching
The Pickwick Papers was far as I got
Enjoyed it though, class acts from the 50s

4789 - Bilious at Berlioz

Saturday, day of showers, met Josephine
It was dry as we walked around and ate
At Las Iguanas, where the Brexit scene
Was discussed, must have impressed those who sat
Nearby, my still-young daughter really at
The races now with politics and views
She's doing it at A level, and that
Will make her even better with the news
And current affairs. Like Louis, she'll use
That expertise to good effect, I ween
Then met Helen at Waterhouse, some chat
Then to the Bridgewater after some booze
That knocked H out, she felt ill, kept it in
The whole concert, then puked, then went and ate!

Sat 5 Oct

4788 - It's not me

Oh my God, this life is crazy for sure
Having a great time despite fools around
I no longer give ground, too many poor
Experiences from people all around
They have issues, so do I, as I've found
So why should I carry the can? Teachers
Deal with this every day, but grown-ups own
Their decisions, and so it is perverse
For me to cater for grown-up weirdness
I thought I was immature, yes, but your
Failings are not mine to correct, or ground
In reality, if you're so much worse
Sink or swim yourself in your own ordure
I've my own agenda now, and it's sound

4787 - A long and mainly Brexit kinda day

A long and mainly Brexit kinda day
It's so exciting now, adrenalin
Is almost kicking in, middle of the day
Is almost kicking, almost kicking in
The country's arguing and dividing
And I'm in the middle, screwing so hard
But as day turned into cooler evening
I went with a friend to a place so hard
To find, down some steps, with a helping start
From the barmen and bouncers so friendly
Bar Pop basement on Canal Street hosting
Kiri Pritchard-Maclean's new stuff. A lot
Of laughs and some serious issues to play
Around with. Well done Kiri, it's a win!

4786 - Brexitpop

Feeling a bit weary now after quite
A day, Brexit and Soft Drinks work on fire
One person has tried to put up a fight
But it won't stop me in my real desire
To shine at this higher level, inspire
Those around me, impress them and myself
With Brexit especially, it's a higher
Responsibility and test, a wealth
Of opportunity. I have been held
Back unfairly so long, had so much spite
In my direction, felt internal ire
Now I'll show when they chose me, they chose well
Bursting out of the binds that held me tight
Freed to do it my way. Sing, heavenly choir!