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Poetry
Only you can prevent
As noted elsewhere, being BLINDINGLY FURIOUS is a good way to make poetry happen. Best we don't ask why.
LAST NIGHT, right, I went to THE BBC and watched two hours of Natalie Haynes and guests making jokes about Ovid and Agrippina the Younger and it was GREAT. The audience were disgusting I have never heard so many rattling coughs in my life including in a hospital waiting room. If I have caught something I will do murders.
THEN I accidentally made Susanne walk slightly too far in the very cold and went to Balans and ate BABA GANOUSH and STEAMED CHOCOLATE ORANGE PUDDING and drank half a bottle of wine and two hot cocktails and while we were in the process of mocking Cassie Claire for being awful (this is like the basis of an 11 year friendship okay) and treating the street like a human aquarium (I high-fived a man through the glass because he had excellent shoes) Susanne received the IMPORTANT NEWS that IDS has fucking resigned (will it stick? I hope so). Anyway, that was a nice end to a nice evening.
Today I am covered in ungodly amounts of glitter and will be descending upon a pub and later hopefully upon Duckie like THE WOLF UPON THE FOLD for the main purpose of a) getting drunk and b) showering people with novelty dick-related items, because I can do that! Er. Travelling via the BBC again to... try to win back the jar of glitter I left there last night. Whoops. Also the MAGNIFICENT Miffy pencil case Susanne gifted me with yesterday is exactly the right size for my latest bento box do not ask how many I own now, it is an embarrassment.
All in all, minus the thing that made me write the poem, I'm pretty happy now.
(Also someone gave me a hundred quid? And apparently meant to do this? I am slightly shocked).
Only you can prevent
As noted elsewhere, being BLINDINGLY FURIOUS is a good way to make poetry happen. Best we don't ask why.
LAST NIGHT, right, I went to THE BBC and watched two hours of Natalie Haynes and guests making jokes about Ovid and Agrippina the Younger and it was GREAT. The audience were disgusting I have never heard so many rattling coughs in my life including in a hospital waiting room. If I have caught something I will do murders.
THEN I accidentally made Susanne walk slightly too far in the very cold and went to Balans and ate BABA GANOUSH and STEAMED CHOCOLATE ORANGE PUDDING and drank half a bottle of wine and two hot cocktails and while we were in the process of mocking Cassie Claire for being awful (this is like the basis of an 11 year friendship okay) and treating the street like a human aquarium (I high-fived a man through the glass because he had excellent shoes) Susanne received the IMPORTANT NEWS that IDS has fucking resigned (will it stick? I hope so). Anyway, that was a nice end to a nice evening.
Today I am covered in ungodly amounts of glitter and will be descending upon a pub and later hopefully upon Duckie like THE WOLF UPON THE FOLD for the main purpose of a) getting drunk and b) showering people with novelty dick-related items, because I can do that! Er. Travelling via the BBC again to... try to win back the jar of glitter I left there last night. Whoops. Also the MAGNIFICENT Miffy pencil case Susanne gifted me with yesterday is exactly the right size for my latest bento box do not ask how many I own now, it is an embarrassment.
All in all, minus the thing that made me write the poem, I'm pretty happy now.
(Also someone gave me a hundred quid? And apparently meant to do this? I am slightly shocked).