Last Monday, it was still Life in Venice
Despite the previous night's heavy drinking
A fun breakfast in the Hall of Mirrors
Style dining room of the hotel. Walking
To the bus, then along the strip linking
The lagoon city to the mainland. Flight
From Marco Polo to Manchester stings
My ears. Despite being extremely tired
I went by taxi with two friends that night
To an ex-pub lived in by anarchists
In dim blue light we tried entertaining
Them with our comedy. I shook with fright
No, with the cold (I think). A piece of piss!
The only hard part's the remembering
Diary of Monday 5 March
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