Frozen countryside .. motionless horses cold in rugs.. Clegg on train to Leeds fails to warm spyche’s spirits .. what an entourage – though nice to see he’s travelling economy or what heavies call standard. ‘Didn’t produce his ticket, though’ observes passenger. One of ‘ten-strong’ entourage must have..surely.
River Thames, full moon, Jupiter close by; faithful later still as moon softens and glows low in lightening dawn.. Is there a better place to hear own footsteps on ancient ground?
So he appeared, lad on his back, yard favourite; a good humoured, well-made yearling – his owner’s pride and joy .. far too good for the Derby, we all agreed.. but he could be supplemented, at enormous cost, if he really shapes up well… gently, gently smooth mover
Paucity of spyche’s blogs, a sign of infertile times, but there is news. Sweetbean and Yoyo Amore are married, Dougal and Zeb civilly partnered and this weekend Smoothie, nurseryname for our Derby baby, steps out of his box to say ‘hello, spyche’ (thank you May-an-Injun). Who says dreams don’t come true – watch this space!
Time to shuffle cards, feel pulse, pitch tent at oasis in mind.. do you hear the duffer’s warning? no breeze up this time .. may-an-injun do two-step, early days .. but Derby 14 it is!
Freshly returned from Kampala, Timbolene reports that best TV coverage of Olympics opening ceremony was by Iranian Press TV .. interesting…didn’t Ofcom revoke its licence?
What organisation, what a show, well done Olympics Committee and Seb Coe!..spyche’s dignity gold goes to Muhammad Ali, humanity award to his carer and booby prize to Paul McCartney
Streetlife looks at the world from behind dark glasses; his office, a table on a pavement. ‘Do you know,’ he asks anyone listening, ‘ there are 4000 drivers of new Olympic BMWs in London only one of whom has a PCO’. A ‘PCO’ is given to a chauffeur, licensed by the Public Carriage Office, who has some knowledge of London, a clean criminal record, and is deemed medically fit to drive…
Butterflies back in London garden; happy birthday spyche
The Guv woke up this morning, sipped his early morning tea, folded his spectacles and put them neatly on top of his teacup. He closed his eyes and passed away as easily and quietly as he had lived. 1912-2001. No trouble to anyone.