Today’s blog title has nothing to do with what I’m going to write about, but I wanted to wish you all a Happy Easter so, Happy Easter!
Incredibly, my theme for yet another day is ‘big’. It is entirely by accident, I assure you, that I am sticking to the theme of NaBloPoMo, even though it is not a requirement of the sign-up.
Big Day For TV:
The new Dr Who made his first appearance last night. I have to say I was impressed. Yes, he’s ugly, poor fellow, like some neanderthal throwback; but he can act and he took over the role with confidence. Steven Moffat’s script helped, of course, though it wasn’t as terrifying as ‘Blink’. I don’t think I’m going to miss David Tennant as much as I expected to. The new sidekick was pretty good as well; the Hub and Spud both agree, though they stopped before ‘good as well’.
Big Day For City:
The Hub and Spud are walking on metaphorical air: as well as Man City’s 6-1 win over poor Burnley* yesterday, Tottenham were defeated, pushing City into fourth place with a game in hand, and – cherry on the cake – so were united. Woo-hoo! or words to that effect.
* I am not a true sports fan because I always feel sorry for the losers
Big Day For Tory Boy:
Wiliam Hague is visiting Lancaster tomorrow and Tory Boy is going to be one of the minions showing him around and screening out nutters. What a great opportunity (to fall flat on his face/say the wrong thing/let the wrong nutter through). No pressure, my darling.
Big Light Bulb Moment In The Middle Of The Night:
I sat up in bed at three in the morning, having suddenly realised that I have not stuck to the conditions of NaBloPoMo. Someone on NaPoWriMo posted that they had not commented on other people’s poetry; I didn’t realise that we were supposed to do it and checked the terms of the pledge. I couldn’t find anything, yet I remembered reading something about twelve comments a day on other posts. It was for National Blog Posting Month, of course, and not for National Poetry Writing Month, as I remembered in my sleep. I have only commented once, I think, and that was by accident because I thought I was commenting on a poetry participant’s post. Ah well. So many acronyms; so little mind.
Yesterday’s prompt was to write about what scares us. I have a serious reverse senryu and a lighthearted rhyming ditty for you. Don’t judge me too harshly on the ditty: I know it’s not finished but we are supposed to post them anyway; the important thing is to be writing.
I cannot give voice to that
which I most fear,
for that might leave me childless.
What I’m Most Scared Of
Bees and wasps, for they have stings;
every kind of crawling thing.
Heights and depths and swimming pools.
Angry men with power tools.
Rapists, paedos, muggers, thieves;
the scratching sound in my house eaves.
The aspirations of local chavs:
have-nots who’ll take to make them haves.
Console games my children play,
teaching them that violence pays.
Living in this Big Brother state:
it talks of love and foments hate.
But of NaPoWriMo I’m most scared:
I can’t believe I ever dared
agree to compose daily words.
For sheer hard work I was not prepared.