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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SweetBean produces good grub while YoYo berates badly behaved caDre slaves, ‘button monkeys’ who tear the heart out of hackery (Lord L please note); Juggler awards Mixit respect for throwing five; spyche dozes once more
Lights go green ..Medecin gets cap
badge, Mixit goes to Menorca and Rockit looks for lift off; Juggler settles in with hoodies – spyche, Fineline and Homebase eat cake
Juggler gives Rough Sleeper his last 10p; eastern European glares back swearing. Juggler: ‘Well **** you. I’ll have my money back.’ UK tramp to RS ‘Yeah, give him his money back – and next time find some manners and say thank you’.
‘The place is empty’ reports man-of-the-turf, blaming high ticket prices for Royal Enclosure and no match made between Frankel and Black Caviar ..’It’s a fix,’ says Lowlife, ‘ running the best in the world in different races means solid firsts for both – that way both keep unbeaten records ‘ and value .. ho hum
Cards sharpen, bridge crossed, spyche ready to call – who and what, we wonder; tomato plants flourish in window box, garden greens while colours dash.. black dog rumbles ..been eating snails
Wild Caviare and spyche eat t-bone in Fens; now new colt plan for Derby .. will he be ’50 shades of grey’,? or, with his owner, agent and trainer ‘three graces and a bachelor’? Beautiful herons die because they grow up to eat fish; deer invited to gathering are shot for pot – and hens lay eggs fresher than Waitrose…it’s a country life; spyche chunters.
London before the world wakes..no sound of Big Ben, just rattle of trains and long haul flight arrival..red roses droop, fat squirrel shins up railings on empty street.. a blackbird sings. Who starts the day? not the Today programme, after all..
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