Nick has been encouraging poetry on blogs today. Spurred on by hearing John Hegley at the Edinburgh Fringe, I have written something especially. This is inspired by the pain at the end of the ring finger on my right hand. It’s called
The pain at the end of the ring finger on my right hand
My finger is hurting
It started post-election
Maybe too much knocking up
Has caused the infection
Now I’ve got a precription
The doctor says I
Shouldn’t bite my nails
And the treatment entails
Taking one pill in
Six hour blocks of
Flucloxacillin
I’ve barely been back in Leeds and it’s time to head off again. I’m returning to Hartlepool this evening as the by-election reaches its climax.
Blogging has been light, but I have a good excuse: my mobile phone, provider of my home internet connection, was stolen at the weekend. Spending half an hour at Lewisham police station at 4am on Sunday morning was, of course, joyous. As well as the ability to telephone, text message and web browse, I’ve also lost my radio, alarm clock and mobile blogging tool.
Still, it’s an excuse to get a nice upgrade. I’m thinking of a Nokia 6600. I’d like to be able to watch videos but still need infrared. It will be a shame to lose the radio and torch though.
…you brush your fingers through your hair and break a nail.
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