Week 6

This last week has been hectic and has really run me down,
Researching articles has had me running all around.
While money in the bank account means I can go out and play,
A busy, busy office means a longer working day.
Last weekend in Cannes I did the tourist things with friends,
Where gorgeous sandy beaches stretch from end to end.
We went to île st Marguerite an island off the coast,
One of a group of three that were 30 mins away at most.
But sightseeing can’t last if I want to keep my job,
And it was back to work on Monday to write news articles for snobs.
All in all a good week that ended in bad health,
Turning ill reminded me to take care of myself.
Monday night I ended up watching an International football team,
But, they’re more Ebbsfleet united than Arsenal if you understand what I mean.
An Irish pub team in Cannes formed an elite group of football mad blokes,
I was sent to report on their football-which if I’m honest is a bit of a joke!
If matches were won by who’s nicest, this team would be top of the league,
But it’s not and they lost 8-1 in a manner that even shocked me!
The story was good enough to appear in this month’s Riviera Times,
In fact I’m in it a lot which is clearly a good sign.
Perhaps due to the downturn in weather, which has gone from mild to freezing,
I caught a shitty illness, which gave me symptoms like headaches and sneezing.
I don’t want to go in to depth, because it’s really not polite,
But this nasty little bug did no favours for my ….. (sorry mum)!
So for my days off I was pretty damn useless and stayed on the sofa all day,
But thankfully I had Jack Bauer, who makes James Bond look feeble and gay.
24 put me in my place and gave context to my situation,
I had a bit of a cold, whilst California faced nuclear devastation!
So I decided to risk it and go out and see some friends,
Besides, watching consecutive episodes meant I had already reached the end.
By Saturday I felt alright, I was backup on my feet,
Just as well since I came in for a very special treat.
One of the Irish pub footballers-his name is Joost-he’s dutch
Said, “do you want to come to watch Monaco?” I sad, “yes thanks very much”!
He took me there, he drove me back and the ticket was completely free
If I hadn’t known better I’d have said he fancied me!
The bloke’s a real legend and the game was quite a treat.
But there’s far more atmosphere at the Monaco homeless meet and greet.
Monaco is full of people who’d rather be at the port,
Which shows fans can come and go but supporters can’t be bought.
To top off this very strange weekend, I went out for a Sunday roast,
But if would have turned out better if I’d have gone for jam on toast.
I’ve never had a roast without the Yorkshire puds,
A vital ingredient that makes the feast so good.
No cranberry sauce or bread sauce, the vegetables were a farce
The gravy looked and tasted as if it came out the head chef’s …….(sorry mum)
But never mind I’ll live and learn and get on with my week,
Unlike Jack Bauer’s enemies, for whom the future’s rather bleak.