Disclaimer still in place. But FFS, McEnroe isn’t much my senior and he’s an auld feller. OK, he spent more time outdoors, while I skulked in UV-free dens of iniquity or, if compelled, the office at the time. But still. If only it were a sobering thort [flails vainly for the Gin Syphon. Or Siphon]. I would look it up but my dictionary is dancing. Strip the Piper, I think it’s called. There’s a lot of high- pitched gigglin’
Oh well, might as well go for it.
< bounces on furniture>
< sticks dried comestibles up nose >
< Links to proper place for music and feels somehow diminished by lack of revolutionary zeal >
“You know, I used to be very fond of watching cricket, but I can’t do it now. Quite a little magic will upset a match. Last year I went to see the Australians playing against Gloucester, and just because I felt a little sympathetic with Gloucestershire the Australian wickets went down like nine pins. If I hadn’t left before the end they’d have been beaten. And after that I couldn’t go to any of the test matches. After all, one wants the best side to win.”
+++ sparrergram +++
At our first night’s stop, with no sign of fuel protestors. Possibly because the only way to get here is single track with grass growing up the middle.
