But it’s Gonna Be… Keeping the wheels on track Ride it Time and tide wait for no man (and dog), Chaucer said that in 1395. St. Maher said it in 1225, whoever she was. I just said it at 23 minutes past 2. Cherry the dog didn’t say anything and blew fragrant nonchalance to the […]

But it’s Gonna Be… Fed by Probability Coming Up Alien Moulded together, it’s what it has to be. Mould, manipulate, combine and produce. A harvested production of ideas. Should there ever be a niggling spelling, yet no doubt to its meaning, then mould irritatingly festers every time. It’s the ‘u’ you see, a complicated statement […]

But it’s Gonna Be… Like It Dags, Dogs and Twats Dogs everywhere. England is full of dogs. In Ireland they’d be dags. Our Antipodean brethren would have a dag down as a dork, which in turn could be Americano… the dork not the dag, which fundamentally is the same, but nothing like a dog. Stick […]

By Prim 4.4.22 Primed ‘n’ Prepped Heading back to the Old Dart was never on the agenda… until it was. Taking a dog was equally unscripted. Unanimously it was agreed Cherry was coming. Unanimously it was agreed Dad would travel with her. Unanimously it was agreed Dad doesn’t get a choice. Set to task as […]

Dormant for twelve years, depraved and hungry. His might once the envy and scourge of predator and prey. A trophy scalp in anyone’s money. Patiently the tiger waited. Those post the striped assassin filtered through their meaningless tasks, meaningless to him anyway. He is the short tempered beast; eager, hasty, yet on the other paw […]

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