Spyche’s friend Jolo – http://www.pumpkinpie.net – comes off climbing wall, shatters leg, and is promptly dropped as web wizard by BPC (British Psychoanalytic Council). There’s thoughtful now.
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.
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!
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!
‘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