‘There’s been an assault on the stairs’ shouts Met man through letterbox at 2am .. ‘ I didn’t know it was an offence to leave salt on the stairs’ Willo-the wisp replies sleepily..
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Sage
Foto says it’s all too late -‘clothe yourself in the life you’ve lived not the one you’ve been waiting for’ – ..and, as crowds in Oxford Street overpower the recovering spyche, ‘fashion isn’t to be found in a shop window’.. true, oh sage, true
Making mustard
Mrs Mustard visits .. Dorothy entertains.. spyche, Dougal and Zeb howl with merry laughter.. spooky connectivity in the air for palace runaways ..So-so returns momentarily .. Wild Caviare’s forecast changes.. Come on The Destitute!
Helplessly gay
Yoyo and Sweet Bean get diamond, spyche, Dougal and Zebedee get helplessly gay, while Settings’ hens fail to lay golden egg ..So-so Special contracts rarest of blood cancers..spyche blames Barrow and Fallpaper
Take a walk?
Numinous Berkshire downs, yearlings graze, bluebird cruises.. fuel queues foolishly endorse frankly maude’s madness.. no panic, earthlings .. we still have feet, just have to remember how to use them – and make politicians walk
Mumbling
Update. Juggler’s made the move. Rockit and Mixit are on launch pad. Settings is pecked by hens. Wads-of-cash visits Helmand, and Foto advises caution with Old Fox. It’s all in the silence. Spyche mumbles.
Stirring
Settings goes off piste. Tiny catches mackerel. . Yoyo Amore and Sweet Bean plan wedding, Juggler moves out. It’s Spring … black dog sleeps in sun…spyche has no clothes
‘snag talk
Newmarket on a wet Saturday afternoon. Wild caviare and spyche dream the dream – a dark bay colt for the Epsom Derby and a syndicate called The Destitute. If he doesn’t win we can eat him, says Caviare…
Antsy
What a week in spyche’s world – UK broadcasting ‘gets’ the unconscious on radio and television. Horizon evidences Jung’s concept of the collective (unx) by wiring up ants but, best of all, lying on the One to One bar at Apple is Jungian Analysis (ed Murray Stein). Rock on! we unwired ants are on the move
Greening time
Green shoots on dead branches. 100th anniversary of he who died as quietly and easily as he lived, no Stalin exit for spyche’s Dad and s/he no Svetlana, either.. time for new underwear, magical Lancome – re-generation of embodied history..
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