A dozen soft-shoed policemen, young, like anyone’s child, gather at 640am; two, a bit older in blue fatigues, shards of silver in short haircuts, carry battering ram, riot shield, fire extinguisher and pole with noose for holding off dangerous dogs ..voices whisper.. one-who-does-nothing gives smile of authority..and off they go on wake up call … ‘doing the Lambeth Walk’ – hey!

Bread and water

‘It’s an Olympics corrupted by commercialism, gagging contracts and security restrictions,’ 1972 Olympian tells spyche. ‘An open prison where Heineken, Coca Cola and
McDonalds are like bread and water’.
Zebedee and spyche drink rose, YoYo and SweetBean go south, Settings goes north and Juggler hears music.. Washington mops up air miles

Long live nonsense

Green bottles beginning to slip: Bank of England, HSBC, G4S; and now It’s ‘news’ that cross-generational patterns of parenting exist ..wise up, world, we spyches are well on to that. BBC Today programme asks if it should abandon racing tips – and conform to some new norm? surely not .. long live nonsense!

They died together

He was 26 and at the end of his second tour. He talked about the marvels of watching the sunrise and light in the dark sky, of flying above woolly clouds, and recognizing his home station on the green earth below…

Ralph could have baled out with his crew but he didn’t, even though he was unhurt. Bob and he went down to their deaths together, and are buried in the same plot in the cemetery at …

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