If I had three wishes
I’d really like to believe
I’d wish for peace on Earth
All suffering, I’d relieve
But if I’m really honest
I doubt that I’d do that
I’d wish for a box-set, beer and pizza
And spend the evening getting fat
In the post Brexit bewilderment, many people looked to sport to lighten the mood. It’s pretty clear that the UK is currently in a political and economical state of confusion, and while the long term effects of leaving the EU (which we haven’t even begun the process of yet) may not be as bad as some people feared and almost certainly won’t be as good as some people hoped, the short term effects are palpable and largely unpleasant. Continue reading Dreamland
I haven’t blogged for ten days or so. It’s not been for a lack of inspiration but I’ve been quite busy for the last week and I haven’t had time to write any of my staggeringly brilliant ideas down.
I haven’t even had time for my ‘trademark’ bad poetry. Continue reading Beware Of The Kangadog
I’m sorry that I didn’t
Read that report you wrote
In terms of how to spend last night
It didn’t get my vote
I had a pleasant evening
Went to the pub instead
Returned home rather drunk
And collapsed upon my bed Continue reading Unprofessional? Moi?
Why do I avoid
The things that are good for me
In favour of the things that are bad?
I know I’m happier
When I’m healthier
And usually I’m wealthier
Because the bad stuff is more expensive
Than the good Continue reading Having My Cake And Eating It
Through grapes, grains and hops
I consume my five a day
Sometimes even more
The last few days have been quite severe
I’ve been waiting all week for a beer
Or a nice glass of wine
Would be equally fine
I am so glad the weekend is here
No-one loves an afternoon nap more than me. It’s a fundamental part of the working day as far as I am concerned…
I jest, of course- I’m a teacher, if I were to fall asleep at work I’d no doubt wake up with a very different hairstyle, a creatively drawn moustache and, in the same indelible ink, some choice expletives written on my forehead.
And that’s just what the other teachers would do… Continue reading James Complains – About An Unplanned Nap
“Ok Bazza, it’s your round!”
Barry looked at the three-quarters-full pint of warmish lager in front of him.
“I don’t really want another drink to be honest,” he replied.
“But it’s your round!” Toby remonstrated, aghast at his friend’s poor comprehension of pub etiquette.
Barry took a sip of his tepid pilsner, and felt the recriminations of his belligerent bloated belly. Continue reading Making Merry