I’m back on the airwaves back in the groove
Back talking about music with voice all smooth
Back mentioning people, tipping the wink
Back playing songs with a tenuous link
Back chatting complete nonsense
Back trying not to cause offence
Back reading hourly news
Back listening to others views
Back keeping the locals informed
Back to censorship and being warned
Back speaking into the mic
Back trying to play the music I like
Back with the daily bulletin
Back to mock tunes with a bit of reckoning
Back checking on who is listening
Back to announcing a local christening
Back in the radio zone
Back to feeling very at home
Back nattering to and fro
Back looking for my own show
Back to headphones messing up my hair
Back trying to rediscover my flair
Back to being in the broadcasting game
I’m back but it’s not the same
I’m back but still feeling blue
I’m on the radio but where’s Andrew?
Monday 27 June 2011
June 20th
When I get older and I talk to my wife
And discuss what we’ve done with life
Is there anything that you have skipped?
Any boxes left unticked?
Did you ever want to travel more?
Our just buy a house with a big red door
Did we achieve everything planned?
Did we sing again with our band?
Did we ever get back to Las Vegas?
Or did we take an eternal hiatus?
Did we put our savings on a red or black bet?
Did we have kids or just buy a pet?
Did we open our shop selling cakes?
Did we make the most of being awake?
Did we always have fun where ever we went?
Did we spend our lives in the V.I.P tent?
Did you wear goggles when away I’d go?
Did we always have flowers in our window?
Did we spend our lives side by side?
Did we take another balloon ride?
If you’ll always be a cold feet creator
I’ll always be your radiator
Even if our live don’t run to the letter
You need never ask if my life could be better
I’ll always be grateful for the life I’ve got
And if I’m with my Wife then I’ve done the lot
And discuss what we’ve done with life
Is there anything that you have skipped?
Any boxes left unticked?
Did you ever want to travel more?
Our just buy a house with a big red door
Did we achieve everything planned?
Did we sing again with our band?
Did we ever get back to Las Vegas?
Or did we take an eternal hiatus?
Did we put our savings on a red or black bet?
Did we have kids or just buy a pet?
Did we open our shop selling cakes?
Did we make the most of being awake?
Did we always have fun where ever we went?
Did we spend our lives in the V.I.P tent?
Did you wear goggles when away I’d go?
Did we always have flowers in our window?
Did we spend our lives side by side?
Did we take another balloon ride?
If you’ll always be a cold feet creator
I’ll always be your radiator
Even if our live don’t run to the letter
You need never ask if my life could be better
I’ll always be grateful for the life I’ve got
And if I’m with my Wife then I’ve done the lot
June 19th
Searching for the best deals and connection plans
Line rental, phone calls and broadband
Spoke to all, but it’s still not right
I speak to the people to make my future bright
They don’t think it’s been a cheek
To have been phoning me every day this week
Even though we told them not to
Don’t call me I’ll call you
A very confident and brash young man
Said he had the very best plan
Then it soon came to fruition
He began bad mouthing the competition
The deal he offered was a good one
But I felt tangled in the web he’d spun
They put me through to my current provider
Which is where I met a nicer spider
He matched their offer and their plan
How can I say no to an Irishman?
He was five pounds more cheap
The same deal but little less steep
The money I save we’ll spend on flowers
Which we’ll prune and watch for hours
With fragrant petals with a reddish tinge
My fuchsia will defiantly not be orange
Line rental, phone calls and broadband
Spoke to all, but it’s still not right
I speak to the people to make my future bright
They don’t think it’s been a cheek
To have been phoning me every day this week
Even though we told them not to
Don’t call me I’ll call you
A very confident and brash young man
Said he had the very best plan
Then it soon came to fruition
He began bad mouthing the competition
The deal he offered was a good one
But I felt tangled in the web he’d spun
They put me through to my current provider
Which is where I met a nicer spider
He matched their offer and their plan
How can I say no to an Irishman?
He was five pounds more cheap
The same deal but little less steep
The money I save we’ll spend on flowers
Which we’ll prune and watch for hours
With fragrant petals with a reddish tinge
My fuchsia will defiantly not be orange
June 18th
Sometimes I wish I could be
In my miniature village under a miniature tree
With no one there to disrupt my peace
It’s there I’m able to release
All my cares and troubles will disappear
Under my tree thoughts are pure and clear
It’s in my miniature village that’ll you’ll find
People of open heart and mind
Not a place for swift anxiety
But home to the drift society
Only available to the freethinkers
Freedom searchers and life drinkers
In my miniature village problems are tiny
Colours bold and smiles shiny
People are how you’d like them to be
Calming the waves of the widest sea
Let my music fill your mind
Allow yourself to gently unwind
There’s no warmer sun or brighter skies
Than the feeling you get when you close your eyes
Everybody’s equal that you can guarantee
In my miniature village under a miniature tree
It’s easy to find a village of your own
To king upon your comfort throne
Just close your eyes and there you’ll be
In your miniature village under a miniature tree
June 17th
If my friends were here, what would they say?
How would they react to how I’ve spent my day?
Tommy would say that I’ve become quiet productive
That I’ve done well not to be tele-visually corrupted
You should turn your book into a feature
And tell how writing is a fearsome creature
But with commitment and persistence
Your raise your profile and your confidence
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
Just make sure you get out and do it
Make sure you have plans and goals set
Don’t look back and have any regrets
So I’ll take the words that Tommy said
Even though they were in my head
Then I’ll move on to little Tom
Who’ll tell me with some aplomb
To go out and speak to writers alike
And try my poetry on an open mic
To just do it and not be afraid
To go and throw my poem grenade
You can never say that the others are bad
At least they’ve taken the chances they’ve had
If you want your writing to become universal
Then you’ll have to get out and stop being anti-social
So you can declare yourself the people’s poet
If you don’t tell the people then the people won’t know it.
How would they react to how I’ve spent my day?
Tommy would say that I’ve become quiet productive
That I’ve done well not to be tele-visually corrupted
You should turn your book into a feature
And tell how writing is a fearsome creature
But with commitment and persistence
Your raise your profile and your confidence
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
Just make sure you get out and do it
Make sure you have plans and goals set
Don’t look back and have any regrets
So I’ll take the words that Tommy said
Even though they were in my head
Then I’ll move on to little Tom
Who’ll tell me with some aplomb
To go out and speak to writers alike
And try my poetry on an open mic
To just do it and not be afraid
To go and throw my poem grenade
You can never say that the others are bad
At least they’ve taken the chances they’ve had
If you want your writing to become universal
Then you’ll have to get out and stop being anti-social
So you can declare yourself the people’s poet
If you don’t tell the people then the people won’t know it.
June 16th
I find myself back in the station
Scratching for rejuvenation
Of course I’m drinking responsibly
It’s just how ‘my’ bar would be
My mission today was poetry writing
I’m catching up which is exciting
I haven’t failed if I can interject
Just moved the goalposts on my project
So instead of writing a poem daily
I’ll write one for each day, which is the same, maybe
It’s a compromise and not a cheat
I’ve set a goal and I’ll not be beat
I emailed a poet with my declaration
He hoped I didn’t lose inspiration
Until that point I was doing fine
Now I’m struggling to complete a line
Finding words is becoming harder
I need to stock up my word larder
Just give me until the end of the year
To try and kick start a writing career
Then for my brain there’ll be a reward
I’m using you now for a life springboard
But once I’m there I promise you this
We can separate and co exist
You’ll be used for experimentation
And I’ll find myself back in the station
Scratching for rejuvenation
Of course I’m drinking responsibly
It’s just how ‘my’ bar would be
My mission today was poetry writing
I’m catching up which is exciting
I haven’t failed if I can interject
Just moved the goalposts on my project
So instead of writing a poem daily
I’ll write one for each day, which is the same, maybe
It’s a compromise and not a cheat
I’ve set a goal and I’ll not be beat
I emailed a poet with my declaration
He hoped I didn’t lose inspiration
Until that point I was doing fine
Now I’m struggling to complete a line
Finding words is becoming harder
I need to stock up my word larder
Just give me until the end of the year
To try and kick start a writing career
Then for my brain there’ll be a reward
I’m using you now for a life springboard
But once I’m there I promise you this
We can separate and co exist
You’ll be used for experimentation
And I’ll find myself back in the station
June 15th
When I think of Oscar Wilde
Or the diaries of Samuel Pepys
The memoirs that they have both filed
Conjure images of history deep
So I’m finding it hard to picture
Surrounded by my thoughts misgiving
How the places they wrote in their scripture
Compare to the places I’m living
They wrote about the famous city
They appear in the book of doomsday
I live in places less gritty
That only has markets on Tuesday
The writings of Tennyson and Wells
Swell my mind with mystery
They create images and cast spells
Of a time with tangible history
At least I’ll never lose a word
Or misplace my sepia imagery
But my poems will go unheard
And aren’t pondered over cynically
Their memories they put up for posterity
Whilst smoking and drinking a dram
Are lacking the classy comparity
To my Woking and my Gillingham
Or the diaries of Samuel Pepys
The memoirs that they have both filed
Conjure images of history deep
So I’m finding it hard to picture
Surrounded by my thoughts misgiving
How the places they wrote in their scripture
Compare to the places I’m living
They wrote about the famous city
They appear in the book of doomsday
I live in places less gritty
That only has markets on Tuesday
The writings of Tennyson and Wells
Swell my mind with mystery
They create images and cast spells
Of a time with tangible history
At least I’ll never lose a word
Or misplace my sepia imagery
But my poems will go unheard
And aren’t pondered over cynically
Their memories they put up for posterity
Whilst smoking and drinking a dram
Are lacking the classy comparity
To my Woking and my Gillingham
June 14th
Libraries are the new rock and roll
With everything needed to expand my soul
The hum of quiet mumbled tones
Only broken by loud telephones
An aisle dedicated to improving diction
A whole devoted to fiction
With your absorbent mind your soon surrender
More information than you could ever remember
I thought place was just full of old books
But new decoration give libraries new looks
Singing girls and running boys
Silence replaced by growing noise
Libraries are a great place for learning
It’s the fuel for my inspiration burning
Books are still dog eared and curled
The internet opening up everything in the world
Books on cooking and travel guides
Sit on shelves together, side by side
One man reading Sue Townsend near me
Another with his head in a phone directory
Ten pence for a greyscale photocopy
Alan Titchmarsh book ‘greatest ever poppy’
Get into libraries because learning is cool
Combining the newest new and oldest old school
Take me seriously as I try to cajole
Libraries are the new rock and roll
With everything needed to expand my soul
The hum of quiet mumbled tones
Only broken by loud telephones
An aisle dedicated to improving diction
A whole devoted to fiction
With your absorbent mind your soon surrender
More information than you could ever remember
I thought place was just full of old books
But new decoration give libraries new looks
Singing girls and running boys
Silence replaced by growing noise
Libraries are a great place for learning
It’s the fuel for my inspiration burning
Books are still dog eared and curled
The internet opening up everything in the world
Books on cooking and travel guides
Sit on shelves together, side by side
One man reading Sue Townsend near me
Another with his head in a phone directory
Ten pence for a greyscale photocopy
Alan Titchmarsh book ‘greatest ever poppy’
Get into libraries because learning is cool
Combining the newest new and oldest old school
Take me seriously as I try to cajole
Libraries are the new rock and roll
June 13th
Poetry requires dedication
Not half arsed procrastination
It’s the synergy of all your thoughts
Plus the use of language eloquently taught
It ain’t offended when using slang
You can change emphasis and how sounds hang
Poetry is for all the classes
With no time for V.I.P passes
It will not leave you when you are yearning
It will help you with your corner turning
It won’t abandon you in your hour of need
It won’t take credit when you succeed
You are brilliant, never be ashamed
Let out what you knows ingrained
If it was easy, everyone would do it
Let others see your ready whit
You’ll find it can be very cathartic
Words demolished the hierarchic
When a pen a paper is all you can afford
You’ll discover that it is mightier than the sword
Words can turn into great speeches
About a dream or fighting on beaches
With your words, come out from behind your shield
And to all, your true worth we’ll be revealed
Open their eyes let them be amazed
They can be deleted but never erased
Not half arsed procrastination
It’s the synergy of all your thoughts
Plus the use of language eloquently taught
It ain’t offended when using slang
You can change emphasis and how sounds hang
Poetry is for all the classes
With no time for V.I.P passes
It will not leave you when you are yearning
It will help you with your corner turning
It won’t abandon you in your hour of need
It won’t take credit when you succeed
You are brilliant, never be ashamed
Let out what you knows ingrained
If it was easy, everyone would do it
Let others see your ready whit
You’ll find it can be very cathartic
Words demolished the hierarchic
When a pen a paper is all you can afford
You’ll discover that it is mightier than the sword
Words can turn into great speeches
About a dream or fighting on beaches
With your words, come out from behind your shield
And to all, your true worth we’ll be revealed
Open their eyes let them be amazed
They can be deleted but never erased
June 12th
Halfway through the ‘Year of the Gav’
I’ve looked back through all I have
And I’ve really noticed the change in me
Reading poetry has been the key
You’ll see where other peoples work
Focused mine making it less berserk
How reading Charles and Tennyson
Changed my work from where it begun
I’m now discovering my new course
And something I can highly endorse
I’ve learnt how to make it less of a chore
To write better poetry, you have to read more
I’ve looked back through all I have
And I’ve really noticed the change in me
Reading poetry has been the key
You’ll see where other peoples work
Focused mine making it less berserk
How reading Charles and Tennyson
Changed my work from where it begun
I’m now discovering my new course
And something I can highly endorse
I’ve learnt how to make it less of a chore
To write better poetry, you have to read more
June 11th
Everything else seems much more important
And my writing mind is lying dormant
My word bus has temporarily stalled
As the bottom of my barrel is trawled
My linguistic car has run out of fuel
My Fonzie brain has lost its cool
My Frankenstein has become un scary
My milky way is intolerant to dairy
My glass is neither half empty nor half full
My door is neither push nor pull
My poetry is out of time
My diary is losing its rhyme
And my writing mind is lying dormant
My word bus has temporarily stalled
As the bottom of my barrel is trawled
My linguistic car has run out of fuel
My Fonzie brain has lost its cool
My Frankenstein has become un scary
My milky way is intolerant to dairy
My glass is neither half empty nor half full
My door is neither push nor pull
My poetry is out of time
My diary is losing its rhyme
June 10th
When you think of all the people you knew
And how you’re left with the surviving few
How easily could you reconnect?
As under the carpet problems are swept
I sit here comfortably alone with me
And my friend Jack from Tennessee
A great evening will surely unfold
As grand tales from the past are told
Though my memories partially haze
Of those so called glory days
I’d join in and play my part
And take the blame to uphold my art
Its only when those days are spent
That rose tintedly your mind is bent
And its casts itself even further backwards
To the time you were surrounded by hoards
Always assuming that these are the times
When you’re unpunished for social crimes
You’ll have no regrets when tomorrow arrives
Being laid back helped me survive
It was as good as it could have been
Things are rosier when through hindsight seen
I wouldn’t be where I am today
If we all hadn’t acted in the same way
So now it’s just me and friends are few
When I think of all the people I knew
And how you’re left with the surviving few
How easily could you reconnect?
As under the carpet problems are swept
I sit here comfortably alone with me
And my friend Jack from Tennessee
A great evening will surely unfold
As grand tales from the past are told
Though my memories partially haze
Of those so called glory days
I’d join in and play my part
And take the blame to uphold my art
Its only when those days are spent
That rose tintedly your mind is bent
And its casts itself even further backwards
To the time you were surrounded by hoards
Always assuming that these are the times
When you’re unpunished for social crimes
You’ll have no regrets when tomorrow arrives
Being laid back helped me survive
It was as good as it could have been
Things are rosier when through hindsight seen
I wouldn’t be where I am today
If we all hadn’t acted in the same way
So now it’s just me and friends are few
When I think of all the people I knew
Saturday 11 June 2011
June 9th
Why do we do it to ourselves?
Why do we not take chances?
We put our lives up on shelves
With only occasional glances
With so many things going on
All the diversity and choices
We often ignore our true song
And silence our inner voice
But think on where your heart is set
Think about your love and passion
Do you want a life full of regret?
Or do you want to be the followed fashion
You know exactly what your heart desires
You know what you have to do
Use your mind to fuel your fires
Make sure your dreams come true
You are as great as you let yourself be
The master of your existence
There will be storms across your sea
Try to resist the resistance
So from today and forever more
Take charge of your grandest schemes
You’re the key to open your doors
Start living out your dreams
Why do we not take chances?
We put our lives up on shelves
With only occasional glances
With so many things going on
All the diversity and choices
We often ignore our true song
And silence our inner voice
But think on where your heart is set
Think about your love and passion
Do you want a life full of regret?
Or do you want to be the followed fashion
You know exactly what your heart desires
You know what you have to do
Use your mind to fuel your fires
Make sure your dreams come true
You are as great as you let yourself be
The master of your existence
There will be storms across your sea
Try to resist the resistance
So from today and forever more
Take charge of your grandest schemes
You’re the key to open your doors
Start living out your dreams
Friday 10 June 2011
June 8th
Once again the streets I roam
Spending a day off on my own
I used to be the popular one
I used to be surrounded by fun
Where have all my friends gone
The ones that I can rely upon
Where is my text or my phone call?
Where is my invite to the pub crawl?
I have 500 friends virtually
But I spend most of my time, with me
Maybe I should advertise myself
As a person of rich companion wealth
I’m gagging for meaningful conversation
To replace my daily alienation
I’ll talk about anything and listen with intent
I’ll reply with interest and insightful comment
We’ll go where ever you want, it’s your choice
I’d just need to use my external voice
Please humour my superficial grief
I’ve had my fair share of Tom, Andy and Keith
These guys you could never replace
And it’s that connection I constantly chase
We are on a wavelength of mutual respect
Friendship built by the greatest architect
So I’ll get over my loneliness syndrome
Until once again, the streets we’ll roam
Spending a day off on my own
I used to be the popular one
I used to be surrounded by fun
Where have all my friends gone
The ones that I can rely upon
Where is my text or my phone call?
Where is my invite to the pub crawl?
I have 500 friends virtually
But I spend most of my time, with me
Maybe I should advertise myself
As a person of rich companion wealth
I’m gagging for meaningful conversation
To replace my daily alienation
I’ll talk about anything and listen with intent
I’ll reply with interest and insightful comment
We’ll go where ever you want, it’s your choice
I’d just need to use my external voice
Please humour my superficial grief
I’ve had my fair share of Tom, Andy and Keith
These guys you could never replace
And it’s that connection I constantly chase
We are on a wavelength of mutual respect
Friendship built by the greatest architect
So I’ll get over my loneliness syndrome
Until once again, the streets we’ll roam
June 7th
I’ve got no one to talk to, so I’ll talk to you
You keep a record of everything I do
You can be my social life, my virtual friend
You can ‘like’ me or help me trend
It’s only the comments and the retweets
That comforts me and makes me falsely complete
I don’t feel as much of a failure
When RT’d by James from Starsailor
@MattLucas, @LaurenLavern and @Elenor Conway
Are my only connections throughout my day
An endless array of thoughtful comment
Fills my time and makes my fingers content
It’s a stream of constant updating
Then scroll up and down whilst reply waiting
A simple bell or confirmation tone
Lets me know I’m not alone
And often people agree with me
Or don’t and playfully disagree
I wonder what I did before
Prior to me becoming a networking whore
How did we ever keep in touch?
With the people we don’t talk to much
The possibilities are socially endless
I will never be completely friendless
I try to leave it but I just can’t resist
Retweet or comment if you ‘like’ this
You keep a record of everything I do
You can be my social life, my virtual friend
You can ‘like’ me or help me trend
It’s only the comments and the retweets
That comforts me and makes me falsely complete
I don’t feel as much of a failure
When RT’d by James from Starsailor
@MattLucas, @LaurenLavern and @Elenor Conway
Are my only connections throughout my day
An endless array of thoughtful comment
Fills my time and makes my fingers content
It’s a stream of constant updating
Then scroll up and down whilst reply waiting
A simple bell or confirmation tone
Lets me know I’m not alone
And often people agree with me
Or don’t and playfully disagree
I wonder what I did before
Prior to me becoming a networking whore
How did we ever keep in touch?
With the people we don’t talk to much
The possibilities are socially endless
I will never be completely friendless
I try to leave it but I just can’t resist
Retweet or comment if you ‘like’ this
June 6th
The man that first played me Queen
And made me a tape of Bruce Springsteen
The man who taught me how to fish
For a nicer man, you couldn’t wish
He sees the great in everyone
Always looking for that bit of fun
You know when ever he’s around
That there’s fun and laughter to be found
That the conversation will easily flow
Even with people he doesn’t know
The nights we’ve sat under the stars
With lights and music powered by cars
Even though that was the pre teenage me
I’ve have never since felt as free
He’s open, honest and someone I miss
He’s my favourite protagonist
He has influenced me greatly
A relationship that has grown innately
He took me to football and to play golf
If I’m Bilbo Baggin’s he’s my Gandalf
A man that I could never avoid
The man who first played me Pink Floyd
Because of him, whichever cloud I’m under
I’ll always here the delicate sounds of thunder
And whenever I raise a beer
I’ll always wish you were here
Constantly friendly, open and jocular
No one could ever be more avuncular
And made me a tape of Bruce Springsteen
The man who taught me how to fish
For a nicer man, you couldn’t wish
He sees the great in everyone
Always looking for that bit of fun
You know when ever he’s around
That there’s fun and laughter to be found
That the conversation will easily flow
Even with people he doesn’t know
The nights we’ve sat under the stars
With lights and music powered by cars
Even though that was the pre teenage me
I’ve have never since felt as free
He’s open, honest and someone I miss
He’s my favourite protagonist
He has influenced me greatly
A relationship that has grown innately
He took me to football and to play golf
If I’m Bilbo Baggin’s he’s my Gandalf
A man that I could never avoid
The man who first played me Pink Floyd
Because of him, whichever cloud I’m under
I’ll always here the delicate sounds of thunder
And whenever I raise a beer
I’ll always wish you were here
Constantly friendly, open and jocular
No one could ever be more avuncular
June 5th
It’s wet cos it’s raining and I’ve nothing to do
Staring out the window, with drizzle in view
Droplets drip in a constant stream
Darkening spirits but keeping the car clean
The pendulous clouds, heavy and black
Stifle plans and push excitement back
So today will just be a total washout
Turning to whispers all pre-empted shouts
Nothing outside, so I’ll retire
And warm my bones on electric fire
Not going out, so in I’ll stay
Turning Sunday into a duvet day
Staring out the window, with drizzle in view
Droplets drip in a constant stream
Darkening spirits but keeping the car clean
The pendulous clouds, heavy and black
Stifle plans and push excitement back
So today will just be a total washout
Turning to whispers all pre-empted shouts
Nothing outside, so I’ll retire
And warm my bones on electric fire
Not going out, so in I’ll stay
Turning Sunday into a duvet day
June 4th
It went against the plans that I had
And as I couldn’t make it, they phoned my Dad
And now he has more in common with me
He was on the radio, Dave the referee
Later, once more, I headed to Wembley
With Nephew and uncle and synergy
We also had Claire in tow
I don’t think she really wanted to go
Matthew saw his first England game
Bumped into Miss Bleakly what’s her name?
Spending time with family, great to see them all
Till next time my friends at the home of good football
And as I couldn’t make it, they phoned my Dad
And now he has more in common with me
He was on the radio, Dave the referee
Later, once more, I headed to Wembley
With Nephew and uncle and synergy
We also had Claire in tow
I don’t think she really wanted to go
Matthew saw his first England game
Bumped into Miss Bleakly what’s her name?
Spending time with family, great to see them all
Till next time my friends at the home of good football
June 3rd
I can’t go so please don’t tell me
Who you’ll be watching or in which tent you’ll be
Don’t tell me you’ve seen the greatest band
Found the best bar and worst foods stand
I don’t want to know about your camping tales
Or how you’ve sampled all the local ales
Don’t mention that you’ve lost your wallet
Or how bad the smell is from the toilet
I don’t want to know how late you are up
Or how you are drinking from the festival cup
Who cares if you’re wandering around the place?
Meeting people off of head and out of face
I don’t care about a secret intimate gig
Or your crazy costume with matching wig
I don’t care if the camping fields are pleasant
Or if the moon at night is a semi crescent
I have no desire of collaboration knowledge
Or your drunken late night tental forage
Don’t mention all the bands you’ve seen
Or that you’ve just bumped into a vaccine
That this year’s line up is the best of all
Because I can’t get to this year’s festival
In your weekend glory, I’m unable to rejoice
I want to stand in a crowd and lose my voice
Please don’t tell me cos I don’t want to know
Enjoy my festival for me cos I can’t go
Who you’ll be watching or in which tent you’ll be
Don’t tell me you’ve seen the greatest band
Found the best bar and worst foods stand
I don’t want to know about your camping tales
Or how you’ve sampled all the local ales
Don’t mention that you’ve lost your wallet
Or how bad the smell is from the toilet
I don’t want to know how late you are up
Or how you are drinking from the festival cup
Who cares if you’re wandering around the place?
Meeting people off of head and out of face
I don’t care about a secret intimate gig
Or your crazy costume with matching wig
I don’t care if the camping fields are pleasant
Or if the moon at night is a semi crescent
I have no desire of collaboration knowledge
Or your drunken late night tental forage
Don’t mention all the bands you’ve seen
Or that you’ve just bumped into a vaccine
That this year’s line up is the best of all
Because I can’t get to this year’s festival
In your weekend glory, I’m unable to rejoice
I want to stand in a crowd and lose my voice
Please don’t tell me cos I don’t want to know
Enjoy my festival for me cos I can’t go
June 2nd
It was our first house, our first home
The first place we could call our own
The first garden, the first stairwell
Our first door and our first door bell
The first place we could hang our keys
The first place to do whatever we please
Our first place full of positivity
Our first destination for sacred sanctity
Our first home in which to host
Our first alarms to detect burnt toast
Our first try at decoration
Our first ensemble, collaboration
Our first venture into brick and mortar
Our first fixing of leaky water
Our first experience of our B&B
Our first snug dedicated to you and me
Our first fridge and washer dryer
Our first grill, hob, and fryer
Our first dining table and chairs
Our first collection of kitchenware’s
Our first place for our love to bloom
Our first time fitting a new bathroom
Our first go at making bread
Our first night on a blow up bed
Our first time picking out windows and glass
Our first time but not our last
The first place we could call our own
The first garden, the first stairwell
Our first door and our first door bell
The first place we could hang our keys
The first place to do whatever we please
Our first place full of positivity
Our first destination for sacred sanctity
Our first home in which to host
Our first alarms to detect burnt toast
Our first try at decoration
Our first ensemble, collaboration
Our first venture into brick and mortar
Our first fixing of leaky water
Our first experience of our B&B
Our first snug dedicated to you and me
Our first fridge and washer dryer
Our first grill, hob, and fryer
Our first dining table and chairs
Our first collection of kitchenware’s
Our first place for our love to bloom
Our first time fitting a new bathroom
Our first go at making bread
Our first night on a blow up bed
Our first time picking out windows and glass
Our first time but not our last
June 1st
What now? I’ve stopped, I’ve hit a wall
I suddenly cannot write at all
My enthusiasm has dissipated
My flow is somewhat understated
My brain refuses to get into gear
Struggling to fill even half a year
Maybe it’s always been coming
Pressure building, I’ll inspect the plumbing
No, that all seems fine, brains intact
Maybe my writing network has been hacked
Has someone stolen my I.D?
Wandering around pretending to be me
Or maybe I’m unable to function
Due to a secret super injunction
Or maybe my matrix is starting to fill
And I took the story ending blue pill
Either way it’s something I must conquer
I’m the writing equivalent of Willy Wonka
And now I’ve found my ticket of gold
And understand that my future I hold
That my life is not in the lap of the Gods
I’m like sting, the king of the Mods
I’m Starship, Nothings gonna stop us now
I will survive and keep writing somehow
And once again it’s a problem overcome
And my free time is spent writing for fun
I suddenly cannot write at all
My enthusiasm has dissipated
My flow is somewhat understated
My brain refuses to get into gear
Struggling to fill even half a year
Maybe it’s always been coming
Pressure building, I’ll inspect the plumbing
No, that all seems fine, brains intact
Maybe my writing network has been hacked
Has someone stolen my I.D?
Wandering around pretending to be me
Or maybe I’m unable to function
Due to a secret super injunction
Or maybe my matrix is starting to fill
And I took the story ending blue pill
Either way it’s something I must conquer
I’m the writing equivalent of Willy Wonka
And now I’ve found my ticket of gold
And understand that my future I hold
That my life is not in the lap of the Gods
I’m like sting, the king of the Mods
I’m Starship, Nothings gonna stop us now
I will survive and keep writing somehow
And once again it’s a problem overcome
And my free time is spent writing for fun
May 31st
This time last week, we were kings of the world
This time last week, we were wisdom from pearls
This time last week, we were untouchable
This time last week, we were cooler than cool
The brains of Britain, the winners that night
Most knowledgeable in Newport, Isle of Wight
We held our nerve and heads up high
Answering questions on celebs and Pi
We knew some and guessed at some
Relying heavily on Phil & Mum
And even when controversy was in its prime
I was in the right place at the right time
If I hadn’t stood next to the quizmaster
The night might have been a total disaster
With good humour we went along
We got one right and they marked it wrong
I jokingly suggested that this was the case
He said that would have put you in first place
I couldn’t believe it; I’ve never won a thing
Suddenly ‘Winner’ had a nice ring
I’d never really thought of it before
But from now on I’m keeping score
I may not be fit or the best at physical
But that night we were kings of quizzical
It’s a night out that never fails to please
A hybrid, a quiz night and a Chinese
This time last week, we were wisdom from pearls
This time last week, we were untouchable
This time last week, we were cooler than cool
The brains of Britain, the winners that night
Most knowledgeable in Newport, Isle of Wight
We held our nerve and heads up high
Answering questions on celebs and Pi
We knew some and guessed at some
Relying heavily on Phil & Mum
And even when controversy was in its prime
I was in the right place at the right time
If I hadn’t stood next to the quizmaster
The night might have been a total disaster
With good humour we went along
We got one right and they marked it wrong
I jokingly suggested that this was the case
He said that would have put you in first place
I couldn’t believe it; I’ve never won a thing
Suddenly ‘Winner’ had a nice ring
I’d never really thought of it before
But from now on I’m keeping score
I may not be fit or the best at physical
But that night we were kings of quizzical
It’s a night out that never fails to please
A hybrid, a quiz night and a Chinese
May 30th
All names in the hat and ready to go
The race for the tickets led by Lord Coe
We selected the obvious, hundred metre sprint
Not hoping for much, a little chance, a glint
We chose tickets we stood a chance of winning
But didn’t even get the synchronised swimming
Everything apparently currently sold out
I didn’t want to see watery tarts splash about
How about hockey, have they reached their capacity?
The gymnastic tickets were avoided acrobatically
For football too, we were passed about
In the Boxing draw, we were knocked out
Of the few we remain undistinguished
Our Olympic flame has been extinguished
Any event just to say ‘I was there’
The selection process makes me not care
‘We’ll take your money but you still won’t know
To which events you’ll be able to go
As tickets are becoming rarer
I’ve even applied to be a flag bearer
As I had no luck in the ticket selection
I wonder if EBay will have a suggestion
If this goes pear shaped Coe, you’ll have no indemnity
And then you will see a very cross country
So I’ll accept my ticket application defeats
But there better not be any empty seats
The race for the tickets led by Lord Coe
We selected the obvious, hundred metre sprint
Not hoping for much, a little chance, a glint
We chose tickets we stood a chance of winning
But didn’t even get the synchronised swimming
Everything apparently currently sold out
I didn’t want to see watery tarts splash about
How about hockey, have they reached their capacity?
The gymnastic tickets were avoided acrobatically
For football too, we were passed about
In the Boxing draw, we were knocked out
Of the few we remain undistinguished
Our Olympic flame has been extinguished
Any event just to say ‘I was there’
The selection process makes me not care
‘We’ll take your money but you still won’t know
To which events you’ll be able to go
As tickets are becoming rarer
I’ve even applied to be a flag bearer
As I had no luck in the ticket selection
I wonder if EBay will have a suggestion
If this goes pear shaped Coe, you’ll have no indemnity
And then you will see a very cross country
So I’ll accept my ticket application defeats
But there better not be any empty seats
May 29th
We met in the garden, we met once again
Our lives are differ but friendship remains
Caught up in minutes over things done in years
About roads travelled and our bumpy careers
We are people that have moved in different directions
Brought together with joyous affection
Over lunch we talked about memories passed
As over our shoulders are cares are cast
This is how I remembered my friends of yesterday
Changed very little, except in the family way
They are the continual links in my life chain
Until we meet in the garden, and meet once again
Our lives are differ but friendship remains
Caught up in minutes over things done in years
About roads travelled and our bumpy careers
We are people that have moved in different directions
Brought together with joyous affection
Over lunch we talked about memories passed
As over our shoulders are cares are cast
This is how I remembered my friends of yesterday
Changed very little, except in the family way
They are the continual links in my life chain
Until we meet in the garden, and meet once again
May 28th
What time does it kick off, when does it begin
Who is starting and who will win
What sort of atmos and how many fans
All those voices and all those hands
Waving scarves and singing songs
Moving in groups and grouping in throngs
How much money is spent on one ticket?
Too judge some men and how they kick it
Off work all day made me available
Kicking me heels awaiting a phone call
Can’t wait until kick off its going to be great
Its only ten in the morning kick off not until eight
Who is starting and who will win
What sort of atmos and how many fans
All those voices and all those hands
Waving scarves and singing songs
Moving in groups and grouping in throngs
How much money is spent on one ticket?
Too judge some men and how they kick it
Off work all day made me available
Kicking me heels awaiting a phone call
Can’t wait until kick off its going to be great
Its only ten in the morning kick off not until eight
May 27th
I’m too old to be young and too young to be old
Feeling aching bones during winter’s cold
On crowded buses seats are offered to me
My enjoyment comes from a nice cup of tea
The bedroom is where I sleep and relax
I’ve outlived technology like video and fax
My speeding has dropped down to slow
My old clothes are described as retro
Our coupled friends have families their own
Getting up from a chair makes me grown
Bands I’ve discovered are splitting or dying
Kids getting famous without even trying
I remember when you heard the words that were sung
I’m too young to be old too old to be young
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