The funk of the mosh pit in July
Stuck in a van with your mates
Driving up the highway of life
There’s a rule that clearly states
Never date the drummer
Especially in a heavy metal band
The bass player is a no-no too
The back is the place to stand
It’s not a rhythm section
If it cannot keep the beat
And if time cannot be kept
Then sit alone to eat
Staring at the sweaty walls each night
Whilst arms flail along with hair
The drummer’s away in another world
And you may as well not be there
inspired by this post at Spinning Visions blog
1st Jun 2024 – submitted to the Word of the Day Challenge
Today I’m feeling:
Like it’s a happy Friday. I’m pretty tired but knowing I have two reasonably easy classes to finish the week I came to work feeling comfortable. This time last week Amy was still in the air and I was watching the kids enjoy Japan Day. We both agree that it has gone quickly. Last night I blamed Amy for this as she rushed straight into cleaning up the house and running around to get things done. That’s good though. She still has energy!
Today I’m grateful for:
The Spinning Visions blog, which is written by an early twenties American girl. She has a great way with words and I’m finding so much inspiration within them to write poems all the time. She possesses a wisdom, and others who comment on her posts seem to agree, I find myself wishing I had at that age. I guess I also associate her words with what must be going through my student’s heads here in my high school and the reminder of my own memories of those times.
The best thing about today was:
Amy’s seafood dinner of salmon sashimi in green chilli sauce, air-fried battered squid and air-fried fish with garlic and Chinese celery. I sat watching TV for about 30 minutes after getting home and was then surprised by these three dishes appearing. Amazingly, I’m losing weight. I guess my microwave meals followed by junk snacks don’t help when I’m by myself.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
I’m out of energy and not excited about running around here and there tomorrow too. It’s 8.30 pm and I just want to fall asleep listening to jazzcore.
Something I learned today?
I watched highlights of the recent men’s tennis final at Wimbledon and was happy to see a new face on the scene. A handsome youth from I don’t know where called Alcaraz, I think. I saw another video of his top twenty shots and he’s quite a talent. I never enjoyed the last two decades of men’s tennis champions because they were boring to watch. This kid seems to have some magic that I’m quite happy to get behind.
What colour best reflects my personality? Why?
When I was young my favourite colour was blue. I do not know why. I felt like I chose this without even considering why I liked it.
In my teenage years and twenties, I was stereotypically all about black as I reflected my inner feelings.
As I moved to warmer climes, black became a bad choice to stay cool even if it looked cool.
After succeeding in an office job, I rejected regular white shirts and chose to stand out with beautifully ornate flowery shirts.
Over time I felt like red and purple reflected my personality in some ways. Sometimes subdued but also able to stand out in a sea of mediocrity.




















