The
prompt for Day 16 of
NaPoWriMo- and shamefully the
first prompt I've actually tried- is a poem in the form of a letter to
someone.
FOA
Fluffy Oakes
Oldham
Zoo
Hi
Fluffy,
a
quick letter to say,
thanks
for your help with everything. I'm making big steps.
It's
been a busy week as per. To be honest,
People
still scare the crap out of me sometimes
and
I don't think they realise that, nor would they
that
it's not their fault.
I've
got a new position in work and
it
seems to be going okay. People are understanding
and
patient.
But
the real challenges, as we know,
are
outside of work.
My
social life is good, and I can't pretend otherwise,
and
I wouldn't want to. I still carry
that
feeling that I'm constantly making a twat out of myself
and
being a burden,
Not
that people would know.
Wednesday
I went to All Star Lanes,
Part
bowling alley, part bar,
Part
museum. Great memorabilia
but
dear for drinks. We didn't bowl.
Maybe
next time.
It
was a starting point before we
darted
to Great Northern Warehouse,
A
large open space, and hostel for Northern Rep
Drama
production company with a twist,
Shakespeare
and 2017 Manchester conjoined
A
Midsummer Night's Dream with pop music,
Audience
dares, a hen do, a double-entendre fairy
and
lesbianism.
I
had no fucking idea what was going on,
but
I enjoyed it regardless. Impressive acting.
I
had to cancel an unattended Meetup event Thursday.
Nobody
RSVPd to MK at Albert Hall
Amazed
people didn't want to do it.
Whatever.
Seen him twice before anyway.
Good
Friday:
an
ironically-titled group- there were a handful of arseholes,
but
most were good people.
Meetups
like these don't seem to be about anything
A
huddle of people with little in common
other
than the need to connect.
I'm
not mad keen on the venue either.
Yesterday
I double-booked, Fluffy.
All
that organisational talk we had...
and
I fucked it up.
Went
for food in Vermillion,
waited
for friends on a pod,
a
seat the size of a king-sized bed.
Moulin
Rouge on the TV screens,
deep
house ambient in the air.
I
guessed at a 2-hour timeslot,
It
took us 3 to meet and eat and beat it.
I
was supposed to be in the hallowed
Sakana for 9.
Nope-
I was still chowing Karahi chicken and naans.
Delish,
though.
Gotta
dash. Hope all is well at the zoo.
Will
write again soon about a singer.
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