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?
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…
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!
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
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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