I'd meant to pen this yonks ago
When I'd started my new job
And was feeling well low
Had "lost my mojo"
as it were.
The tasks were dull
And the people much duller
And the hole in my belly
Just wouldn't feel fuller
Having just had a few months
Of banter filled frolics
The new path for me
Seemed littered with bollocks
But along came one day a new friend for me
She started out quiet but soon I could see
That there was a flame in the gloomy haze
A pal to play with in this
Shit ego fuelled maze
A person with whom I could rely on could trust
A comrade to bond with
Essential, a must.
Thank fuck for Frieda!
Thursday, 17 February 2011
The Braver One
Be the other one.
The bigger one.
The bolder one. The braver one.
The one that calls back, that asks on dates, that makes the final choice, that finishes the milk, that uses all the eggs up for cakes then takes the blame, that shrinks the mates top or at least wears the least makeup innit. Be the boss. Cook your tea in the microwave (I mean your dinner)- the tea you bought from marks, pricey but always a winner. Do whatever you want- you can you know, you don't have to tell everyone that they are "looking well" when they aren't. Have the last chocolate, the one that eeryone wanted. Even if it's strawberry or coffee...or liquer...or out of date and has gone a bit white. Do draw a moustache on your face for work, or grin boldly with sticky gooey pudding on your teeth and laugh about it. Be the one that answers back.
Hurry up.
Say sorry.
Be the world changer, the room rearranger, the piss taker, the start over, the fall-asleeper-on-the-tuber-to-the-last-stopper and not get offer. Refuse to fake tan, don't wear "Vicky's gettin married, London chicks on the piss up 2011" top. Just don't wear it. Why would you do that?
Be the investigator, the mediator. Be never a traitor. What goes around and all that jazz.
Pay the bill, accept the predictable, learn an instrument- even if it's just the recorder.
Snore.
Wear boxers, shower in boiling water, change your mind. Do dress up at the fancy dress party and look wicked.
Say "shut up" and expect it back.
Butter and salt sandwhiches.
Never say never.
"yes your arse looks fucking mahoosive"
"sorry bout earlier I was a bit brash"
Dont save cash.
Take your top off at the beach, leave it on in pubs.
Have three courses and enjoy every bite.
Leave the restaurant.
Say "love" alot. Say "hate" less
Don't say "no"- Be the one that says "yes".
Crunch ice- slurp the smoothie.
Own up to having nits. I had them when I was little. It was rubbish.
The bigger one.
The bolder one. The braver one.
The one that calls back, that asks on dates, that makes the final choice, that finishes the milk, that uses all the eggs up for cakes then takes the blame, that shrinks the mates top or at least wears the least makeup innit. Be the boss. Cook your tea in the microwave (I mean your dinner)- the tea you bought from marks, pricey but always a winner. Do whatever you want- you can you know, you don't have to tell everyone that they are "looking well" when they aren't. Have the last chocolate, the one that eeryone wanted. Even if it's strawberry or coffee...or liquer...or out of date and has gone a bit white. Do draw a moustache on your face for work, or grin boldly with sticky gooey pudding on your teeth and laugh about it. Be the one that answers back.
Hurry up.
Say sorry.
Be the world changer, the room rearranger, the piss taker, the start over, the fall-asleeper-on-the-tuber-to-the-last-stopper and not get offer. Refuse to fake tan, don't wear "Vicky's gettin married, London chicks on the piss up 2011" top. Just don't wear it. Why would you do that?
Be the investigator, the mediator. Be never a traitor. What goes around and all that jazz.
Pay the bill, accept the predictable, learn an instrument- even if it's just the recorder.
Snore.
Wear boxers, shower in boiling water, change your mind. Do dress up at the fancy dress party and look wicked.
Say "shut up" and expect it back.
Butter and salt sandwhiches.
Never say never.
"yes your arse looks fucking mahoosive"
"sorry bout earlier I was a bit brash"
Dont save cash.
Take your top off at the beach, leave it on in pubs.
Have three courses and enjoy every bite.
Leave the restaurant.
Say "love" alot. Say "hate" less
Don't say "no"- Be the one that says "yes".
Crunch ice- slurp the smoothie.
Own up to having nits. I had them when I was little. It was rubbish.
Missing you
Its the sweet tender touch
That i am missing so much
A smile to share
A hand to embrace
The tears fell out
As you kissed my face
For the last time
That i am missing so much
A smile to share
A hand to embrace
The tears fell out
As you kissed my face
For the last time
Thursday, 3 February 2011
Adele=genius
There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, it’s bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go head and sell me out and I’ll lay your shit bare
See how I leave with every piece of you
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do
There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And its bring me out the dark
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart and soul
And you played it
To the beat
Baby I have no story to be told
But I’ve heard one of you
And I’m gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there
It Reminds you of the home we shared
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart and soul
And you played it
To the beat
Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turned my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart and soul
And you played it
To the beat
Reaching a fever pitch, it’s bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go head and sell me out and I’ll lay your shit bare
See how I leave with every piece of you
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do
There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And its bring me out the dark
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart and soul
And you played it
To the beat
Baby I have no story to be told
But I’ve heard one of you
And I’m gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there
It Reminds you of the home we shared
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart and soul
And you played it
To the beat
Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turned my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart and soul
And you played it
To the beat
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