2038 - Faith, hope but no charity

I'm at TV21 once again
In Manchester's trendy Northern Quarter
Watched Janet's old Jewish comedy turn
Though cold, it was still light when we got here
Hectic week at work, we've had to prepare
For a national fuel shortage, a crisis
If the fuel drivers strike after Easter
There's just been an altercation, a fist-
-i-cuff, a disagreement, some business
About the band's mates not being willing
To pay the charity entrance fee. The
Band didn't get paid. Serves 'em right, the dicks...
Tomorrow I'm on the bus to London
Looking forward to seeing son and daughter

Wed 4 April

2037 - Rise of The Fall

My dinner's ready so got to be quick
Got a text to reply to from Katie
Listening to music on Radio 6
Marc Riley's avuncular bonhomie
I first heard of him when perusing The
Fall's single 'It's The New Thing' way back when
Late '78, I think. On TV
Earlier I saw James McCartney, the son
Of Paul, or is it Sir Paul, cute one from
The Beatles. Jim seemed totally unlike
His very old man, lost in reverie
Painfully shy, short on words, even glum
When promoting himself. He sure can pick
A mean guitar, though... and that's beyond me

2036 - The end (of the season) is nigh

I feel good physically and mentally
Is it because I'm not smoking, drinking?
I'm glad I didn't sit listening to the
Football all night - United are winning
The title again, it seems - how boring
Man City threw it away, last two months
Should have brought Tevez back sooner, I think
And their other key players have all slumped
In form, compared to their dazzling autumn
Displays. Oh well. Time for a DVD
'The Killing of Sister George' or 'Darling'?
Two old 60s films, they should both be fun
Only two films this week, as I will be
In London, older children visiting

2035 - Turning up the heat

Sunny but cold, a strong wind blows outside
Glad I'm at home, chilling but not freezing
The heat will be on soon, to get clothes dried
And the afternoon sun's penetrating
My living room, welcome warmth mirroring
That shown by family, friends and my new love
Last night in bed alone, I was thinking
About each decade's best year. This year's proved
Great so far, and promises much more. Have
Similar memories of '02, future bride
Her fine female scent intoxicating
'95 was top, also '85
'73 still echoes in my mind
Could this year join that exclusive grouping?

2034 - Walk on

What a long day with little Josephine
The clocks went forward last week, and the light
Lasted an extra hour. Seems like we've been
Walking for miles, first to Ned Yates, a light
Lunch, a look around the sheds, plants and what-
ever else at the garden centre... then
A walk past grazing alpacas, delight-
fully colour-coated beasts, going in
The Plough & Flail, playing outside, walking
Back to Wilmslow town, heading for the green
Spaces of the main park, but there's no sight
Of a toilet! I go wherever, in
An alley, behind a tree... Josephine
Crouched behind a fallen trunk! Chips! Good night!

2033 - Fuels rush in

It kicked off today, workwise, not with rows
Falling out, divisions, cliques, bullying
No, none of that - I mean the petrol queues
And the future fuel shortage, following
The Government's somewhat careless scaring
Of drivers nationwide, saying 'Fill up!
And more besides! Fill jerry cans!' - leading
To panic at the pumps. The unions up
To no good again... or should drivers stop
The endless tax rises on fuel somehow
Even by striking and so disrupting
The supplies of fuel they bring to top up
Petrol stations? My job's to try to ease
The fuel shortage - for that, we're preparing

2032 - Cold after Turkey

What a cold evening, and I'd no jacket!
At work, found out some quite useful info
On EU procedure, and a website
That should help in that area, and also
Some legal stuff solicitors don't know
On post-detection audits. Left early
With Steve's permission, meaning I could go
And watch the Turkish film at 3:30
Followed by a classical gig for free
Beethoven, but decided I didn't
Want to stay for Sibelius Number Two
Symphony again, seen it maybe three
Times live now. Walked home shivering in the night
In my thin shirt. I'm back in, warmed up now!