There is nothing nicer than meeting up with old friends. We met up with some chums from way, way back, in fact we were amazed at quite how far back we went!
We met in Bristol, and hardly stopped chatting all the time we were together, over coffee, over lunch, wandering about… We were not only catching up on news of families and friends and colleagues, but with each other’s lives in general. We talked about books, and music and theatre trips, and bands and beer… all the sorts of things which are most fun to talk about. We were reminiscing yes, but we were also sharing what we enjoy doing in life, and we also planned to meet again. We would love to show them our Somerset (they know plenty of it already, being widely travelled) and take them in the Dolphin because would you believe it, they haven’t tried Otter Ales?!
Our friends had been to see Wendy Cope recently, so I’ll share one of her poems from “If I don’t know”:
“Everybody in this room is bored.
The poems drag, the voice and gestures irk.
He can’t be interrupted or ignored.Poor fools, we came here of our own accord
And some of us have paid to hear this jerk.
Everybody in the room is bored.The silent cry goes up, ‘How long, O Lord?’
But nobody will scream or go berserk.
He won’t be interrupted or ignored.Or hit by eggs, or savaged by a horde
Of desperate people maddened by his work.
Everybody in the room is bored,Except the poet. We are his reward,
Pretending to indulge in his every quirk.
He won’t be interrupted or ignored.At last it’s over. How we all applaud!
The poet thanks us with a modest smirk.
Everybody in the room was bored.
He wasn’t interrupted or ignored.”
Lois Elsden 