On course : lots of winners, wrong combinations .. No Nobby, no Duffer .. Mr and Mrs Tophat rubbed out at bridge; black dog happy – spyche remembers, then goes home
Eyes lose light in mourning dawning, black fades to matt under brightening summer sky; downed honeybee eaten by ants..
Marigold gets sad knock back, Deed sums up, Settings ‘offs’ target. Not-so-Quickly moves on – spyche turns pots, turns tables – and, hello, freedom ..no ‘foreign domination or despotic government’ Let’s dance!
YoYo finds billion dollar flaw; SweetBean goes for
fitting; JoJo and Juggler make repairs; Tiny gets presents; Marigold moves; Settings blinks; spyche gets going ..
Dry Fly knows about Barclays; and he’s been spot on about Bob Diamond …now nine green bottles left hanging on the wall, which the next banker to fall ? spyche writes ‘book’
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’.
Orbits alter, spheres of influence adjust: Not-so-Quickly gets caught in own snare, Settings waxes lyrical, Lowlife returns from foreign, Deed sits on fence…spyche goes to lunch