A time was good by all had. To the Ale Wagon last night with Peter and Andy. I was downing the Hob, a cheeky little bitter, a hoppy little number which creeps around behind you and whacks you on the bum. I was drinking very fast, couldn’t stop myself. Result: hangover.
“I woke at two
– you woke at three –
I did a poo
– you did a wee –
Ah, yes! I remember it well.
I’m thinking of going into songwriting.
A reader writes:
“That’s not song-writing – that’s wrong-writing!”
Ah. I always did like to go about writing wrongs. Robin Hood, Robin Hood, writing through the glen…
I have signed up in support of the Robin Hood tax. I think I mentioned it before – an excellent video with Bill Nighy.
Stayed at home yesterday. Morning – sorting files out for teacher training. Afternoon: tidying bedroom. That may not sound like much but ten years in this house with Mark have turned the place into an Augean stables. I even wrote a poem about it:
“It’s inconceivable to get a grip
this Herculean task requires a river”.
Also worked on finishing “The God Illusion”. I’m quite pleased with it so far.
Kirk out.
PS Oh! Forgot – I also posted “Compensation”, a flash fiction piece and a book review to Mslexia.