5211 - Fish wish

I enjoyed my fish, it was smoked mackerel 

So tasty, no you can’t beat oily fish

So tender, melting as the fork can tell

It’s luxurious taste more than you could wish

I can still taste it on my grateful lips

Best meal I’ve had for days, I’ve not ate much 

Over the weekend, more interested in sips

And slugs of beer, I didn’t lose my touch 

But my day off’s nearly dead in a ditch 

With work tomorrow I can’t be a fool

I need to behave now and real sharpish

So I’ll stay on Netflix, and what to watch?

Saw The Last of the Czars, Bolsheviks killed

Them. Now, World War Two in colour. Tanks rush

5210 - Today again

It’s today again, always seems to be

Except when you’re writing a diary

Sometimes you forget to write it, you see

So before I forget, I’ll quite quickly 

Write while I have the opportunity 

Been for a walk down there at Salford Quay

In the grey atmosphere still nice to see

And stretch my legs among its scenery

Old Trafford football ground seeming ghostly

Alas I’m late, not finished completely 

And now my brain has turned somewhat foggy 

Thought processes becoming unruly 

Memories tarnished now show untruly 

The dog barking starting to annoy me 

5209 - Today today

It’s today today and I’m up to date

It’s now, now, at is always is I suppose 

The third sonnet I’ve written in this spate

Is this one as I catch up where I lost

Some ground by being lazy, forgetting those

Duties, like this daily diary, that does

Depend on my willpower and quite a dose

Of determination but sometimes booze 

Takes over, and then those duties can lose

Out and not get done, that’s often their fate

But give or take a day, I rarely froze

And gave up. No, next day, after all those 

Missed diaries, lost days, somehow I would wait

And complete them in one or two more days

5207 - Thursday so far away

Two days late with this entry, so lazy

And naughty too, Thursday finished early 

So I could drink in freedom, no worry 

Listened to Transmissions podcast closely 

The early New Order struggles to be

Different from Joy Division. Manager

Insisted they don’t play the songs JD

Wrote, even the Closer stuff that barely 

Was played live due to the sad untimely 

Demise of their front man, yes, Ian C

I bought the album Movement in 80

No, late 81, took an age to see

That first New Order album finally 

It was a disappointment quite frankly 

Thur 26 Nov

5208 - Friday yesterday

Was still working when Gerard arrived here

But soon we settled down to an evening 

Of chat, music and smoke that was so clear 

A break from the week’s work, just relaxing 

And time passing with sociable acting

So rare in these last months, been so alone 

Apart from boring work online meetings

Although we try our best to make them fun

Most of the time, needing a break, but one

Day off and there’s emails from ear to ear

And that fear of falling behind, nagging 

The evening started early but went on

Til 2:20, seemingly forever

Watching YouTube, Ali talking boxing 

Fri 27 Nov

5206 - Hand of God

The real Hand of God struck with force today 

Removing that bloody cheat from this place 

He is no more, and was never the way

He should be, not after that huge disgrace 

Took to drugs, ate and drank too much, a phase

Or rather a lifelong punishment since

He’d abused his platform, shown the wrong face

When the world watched him punch the ball, his fist

Reaching higher than Shilton’s. Not the best

Situation for a goalie. No way

Should short Diego be nearer to space

Stars and heavenly bodies in that test

Of agility. Peter’s hands they may

Have since prayed for this day, this day of days!!

5205 - Tired somehow

How am I tired but who cares? Played guitar 

For two hours only but it felt intense 

Like a long gym session or running far 

And though I slept well last night, no immense

Long day at work. Had time for lunch, and bends

And sit-ups on the mat down on the floor 

First time this week for testing muscle strengths 

Nearly a hundred push-ups. Could do more

Tomorrow if I sleep well. I adore 

The new bed. Two weeks of such comfort. Ah -

How quiet, too. The noisy night-time ends

At last. I’m free of creaks!  Watching horror 

That’s worth watching, but it’s too long. Why are

There so many episodes? Makes no sense!