Defiance of the strike, worked as normal
A lovely sunny day, warm when I left
Thought about songs for Thursday, ate my fill
And rehearsed with Dermot, pint in 'Oxford'
Then to the Kings Arms, comedy of a sort
My act went OK, so the feedback said
I tried to be shit, managed it of course
Things happened that came out of my own head
Sniggers a-plenty, to me they were wed
Inevitably, went to the Castle
The usual nonsense followed as pints poured
Themselves right down my all too willing head
Now here I am, it's nearly three - Salford
Has rarely seen such humour. Now for bed...
Written last night while drunk - Tue 4 June
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