the real new year

fuck it. new year has officially started today due to it being the first working monday in january. this means that all the shit food i ate last night doesn't count (although conversely all the extra walking i've been doing gives me pre-resolution brownie points that can be redeemed at a later date for beer and curry). it also means that i can clear out all the crap i've accumulated and start to make the list of all lists in the very nice diary bought for me for xmas.

if i tell myself enough times that i really have to change this year, then i'm hoping i'll have the willpower to carry things through. and as a related lead-in to one of my old poems, i have the perfect excuse to show it off here.

I Have Never Had The Time

College education
And exam revision,
Assignment schedules
With earmarked project days.
Books to be read
And attendance of lectures;
These should be filling
University days.

But why should I be unduly bothered,
When I could do just about anything at all?
Slob about,
Have a shower,
Watch repeats on TV;

Pissing time up against the wall.

June 1995