I wrote this poem a while back for a topical, satirical blog on Mark Borkowski's blog site, but thought it worth posting again in the wake of Susan Boyle's discovery of the harsh price of modern fame...

I know from experience that when I'm slim, I'm more productive and more easily excited by the prospect of going outdoors, so going back is the best thing I can do. That and ignoring utterly the people who tell me they prefer me the way I don't want to be...

I wrote this poem the morning of Barack Obama's election victory, awake at 5.30 a.m. and almost as euphoric as I was when Labour came to power in 1997. We'll see what happens next, but let's hope that Obama is worthy of all the adulation that's been poured his way, and able to float above it.