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!
Butterflies back in London garden; happy birthday spyche
‘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
Green bottles beginning to slip: Bank of England, HSBC, G4S; and now It’s ‘news’ that cross-generational patterns of parenting exist ..wise up, world, we spyches are well on to that. BBC Today programme asks if it should abandon racing tips – and conform to some new norm? surely not .. long live nonsense!
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.