Seventy Seven

I really like the '99 beginnings, 1 ending' project which Michael Sheen is doing (here: http://seldomsheen.blogspot.com/ and on twitter: http://twitter.com/SheenNotHeard ). I'm a bit lazy to be writing the beginning of a story in any kind of actual story format, so I've reverted back to the ol' limericks, and I got a random wikipedia article as the inspiration - in doing so, I think I might have also plagiarised another project, but I can't remember whose... Anyone?

Well, anyway, definitely a homage-ridden day I feel.




When Timmy woke up it was fine,
He started driving down Route 89.
With adventures in store,
He uttered a roar,
And headed of to the skyline.




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Seventy Six

So today I'm ripping off this fine blog, in which Tim writes a 16 line poem every day (and therefore does about three times as much rhyming as me. Something like that anyway.) His are infinitely better, and all at http://twentington100.wordpress.com

There's a man who works in an office near London Bridge station and I see him sitting at his desk every day. I don't know why I speifically look for him, but I seem to have picked out a couple of people to look out for every time my train is going throuh the bit with all the offices around Tower Bridge. Anyway, I now haven't seen him around for a week and a half so I started to wonder where he'd gone. And then imagined where he might have gone in a 16-line poem format. As you do.



One day a bald man at his job
Was busy doing 'work'.
He made some tea and ate two meals -
Some things he would not shirk.

Sometime he'd also have a nap
With slippers, dressing gown.
Then somone called him 'lazy' and
It really brought him down.

It turned out that most colleagues did
Not think him good at all.
When he wasn't drooling at his desk
He'd gone out playing ball.

So he left his job that gloomy day
And glumly went to bed,
Ate takeaway and had a sleep,
Then painted the town red.


(I wanted him to be happy in the end - he seems like a nice enough bloke. Or, at least, the back of his head through the window always seems nice enough...)




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Seventy Five

Today I'm making my 'homage' (I have to keep saying homage because I'm not always 100% sure how to spell 'plagiarise'. Well, it's iffy as to whether I'll manage each time I try...) to this blog: http://hundredhaikudays.blogspot.com/ in which Andy writes a haiku a day. (He's also on twitter - www.twitter.com/accleary100days)

I had the following one sided conversation with my friend on a train the other day. I wanted to put it in my usual limerick but I couldn't figure out how. For a start, I'd have needed the dog to be on a log or in a bog, or for there to have been some fog somewhere, and there were none of those things. So a haiku it is.





There's a dog on that
Roof. A German Shepherd dog.
On the roof. Right there.




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Seventy Three and Seventy Four

Yesterday, I did nothing. I'm being honest because that's not a bad thing - let's just call it a homage to those who have fallen along the wayside. A homage to the 50-day people, and the 10-day people and the 2-days-and-then-I-kind-of-forgot people. No harm in that...

Today I am going to play the piano for 20 minutes. Probably after I've written this. I don't know who came up with that idea, but I keep seeing it on the site (www.hundreddays.net) on the list of what people are doing and it seems like a good idea. I'm quite a slow player (still learning!) but I'm fairly optimistic that I could get almost 2 whole songs out in that time. Damn straight.

Seventy Two

I'm quite excited about it being 'homage' week. Or just 'barefaced copying of ideas' week because that's what I'm doing. For the first time in around 70 days I haven't had to think about rhyming! Ooh it feels good.

I decided to copy Greg Wohead and write a 140 character Twitter Play. You can read his on his Twitter page at www.twitter.com/gregwohead. You probably should do because I think I need more practise, but his are brilliant!





Jamie: Those twitter plays are hard! / Taylor: Why? / Jamie: Well, I tried to write one today but I rambled and then I just ran out of chara




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Seventy One

I went to Wembley Stadium today. I'm sorry about the third line - I thought I was being clever, but I doubt I was.

Those were the two things you need to know about this one...



Wembley Stadium's big.
With that huge 'archway' kind of rig.
90,000/one roof,
Which is more or less proof.
That that's one massively scary gig.




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Seventy

I get a teensy bit influenced when I watch sporting montages or films involving sports, and I quickly think I can do them (I'm good at some... Cheerleading, football, swimming...) when fairly often I've never done them in my life. I had two instances of this yesterday. The first was when I went ot watch 'Invictus' - ooh it made me weep. I never cry at chick flicky films (Have you SEEN the notebook? Yawn.) but give me a film where the underdog team wins at a sport and there's some kind of crescendoing soundtrack to go along with it and I will blub. Every time.

Then I watched the superbowl. The Americans also seem to like their sporting montages.

When I watched oth of these things I became briefly convinced that I was a pro at the respective sports. I doubt I really am.

(Also, I've seen people use 'Allow' in this kind of context on Facebook. I've never tried it before myself. I hate it a little bit, but it rhymed so, hey - any port in a storm.)




I watched Invictus last night and so now,
I'm an expert in rugby somehow.
Watched the Superbowl too,
So it's also quite true.
I'm an NFL pro. Yes. Allow.




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