Juggler’s departure leaves spyche full of aches.. Wild Caviare’s Infusion is a winner ..Bluebird carries snappers to cliffs and surf while Tiny makes kind proposal..Deed judges lunches unsuitable and golf generally collapses.. Foto bounces back
News room culture? traditionally public humiliation, man-on-man ( remember David English?) Now mediocre politicians enviously attack The Daddy Murdoch, whose scheming ‘sons’ are exposed as ambitious, envious weasels.. animated primal
horde ( thank you, Sigmund) .. Keep reading the books and the runes, Lord L
Fineline back on feet, gently does it. And Rupert Murdoch ? living illustration of the power that resides in silence ..
‘There’s been an assault on the stairs’ shouts Met man through letterbox at 2am .. ‘ I didn’t know it was an offence to leave salt on the stairs’ Willo-the wisp replies sleepily..
Foto says it’s all too late -‘clothe yourself in the life you’ve lived not the one you’ve been waiting for’ – ..and, as crowds in Oxford Street overpower the recovering spyche, ‘fashion isn’t to be found in a shop window’.. true, oh sage, true
Mrs Mustard visits .. Dorothy entertains.. spyche, Dougal and Zeb howl with merry laughter.. spooky connectivity in the air for palace runaways ..So-so returns momentarily .. Wild Caviare’s forecast changes.. Come on The Destitute!
Yoyo and Sweet Bean get diamond, spyche, Dougal and Zebedee get helplessly gay, while Settings’ hens fail to lay golden egg ..So-so Special contracts rarest of blood cancers..spyche blames Barrow and Fallpaper
Update. Juggler’s made the move. Rockit and Mixit are on launch pad. Settings is pecked by hens. Wads-of-cash visits Helmand, and Foto advises caution with Old Fox. It’s all in the silence. Spyche mumbles.
Settings goes off piste. Tiny catches mackerel. . Yoyo Amore and Sweet Bean plan wedding, Juggler moves out. It’s Spring … black dog sleeps in sun…spyche has no clothes
Newmarket on a wet Saturday afternoon. Wild caviare and spyche dream the dream – a dark bay colt for the Epsom Derby and a syndicate called The Destitute. If he doesn’t win we can eat him, says Caviare…
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