It's National Poetry Day, so to mark it, here is my contribution. I may have posted this before so apologies if you've seen it. I wrote in when living in Bristol and feeling a little short on networks. I had to work really hard to make contacts and this is a reflection of how I felt. Tonight I'm about to make a whole bunch and I am feeling both excited and terrified by the prospect. It's the Wellington Startup weekend and I am about to throw myself into the lion's den. My worries that I'm too fluffy a kitten or too old a cat have be ignored as I put on my gladiatorial suit and see what happens! I will report back with a full run-down on Monday (if I am not too exhausted).

Fitting In…

Do you ever stand there looking

At the bottom of your drink

Thinking ‘Any minute now’

‘I’m going to throw up in the sink’ ?

And this is not a symptom of

Some alcohol abuse

Because what’s filling up your glass

Is only orange juice.

You’re the designated driver

And it’s just as you had feared;

Your party going partner has

Completely disappeared.

You know that you should mingle

But you don’t know where to start

You can barely hear the music for

The thudding of your heart.

Everybody in the room

Is full of bonhomie

And seem oblivious to you

Whilst bonding cheerfully.

So when you find this happening

Do you soldier on alone?

Or slug down half a pint of gin

And take a taxi home.