I'm melting..

A crap poem, written in June..

So here we are, in the month of June
the longest day will be with us soon
Christmas stampeding over the hill
How will I pay my heating bill?

Global warming, temperatures soaring,
Swine flu outbreak; MPs whoring
I’ve lost two stone but still feel fat
It’s too hot today, and that is that.

Don’t you get some shit in your head when you’re laying awake in daylight? That’s the horrible thing about working nights at this time of year – you can’t get to sleep because it’s broad daylight and stuffily hot by the time you get home, and into bed. Especially this week. What happened to those nice, cool, wet, dark English summer days we had in recent times?
I suppose the good thing is that Rory’s Second Law Of Sartorial Supplementation is being proved once again.. For those of you unfamiliar with it, it states: “The amount of clothing worn by young women lessens in exact opposite relation to the proportionate amount of rising in the thermometer.” In layman’s terms – “More sun means more flesh” The girls on the bus have sent their trousers packing and it’s short skirts and hotpants all the way to September. Bring it on!

I’ve also discovered the joy of the BBC Red Button this week. Constant streaming of womens tennis from the French Open, with Rory’s Law in full attendance. I spent Sunday morning indoors watching Sharapova in all her glory. Don’t ask me if she won.. I didn’t make it to the end of the first set.

RC 2-6-09
2017 BST