Hasta la victoria siempre

Aunt Sally never seems to disappear and somehow or another I have found myself the Flowing Well’s ‘B Team’ Captain! Our main achievement so far it to have reached the depths of the bottom team in the bottom league – there is nowhere lower to go! JD plays for us and has taken out several score boards, an assortment of body parts belonging to the opposing teams, and only narrowly missing several parked vehicles and numerous pub windows – ata boy! Still it gets us out and about on a Wednesday evening, even if it only to lose the beer leg and buy drinks for the other team. But what a slice of history we are preserving and keeping alive; without bold players like us, pushing back the frontiers of sporting greatness, showing the world how it is done, the game would die into obscurity instead of being the household name it is today.

Pity for the City

Time crashes on as the coolness of spring simmers into summer and the last of Murphy’s winter coat falls out all over the house. Highs and lows, nowhere to hide, nowhere to go. Sweet river Thames meanders me through misty memories of days gone by and future yet to come. The swarming mayflies have had their day and ducklings have swam and had their play. I’m just sitting here watching the river flow, all dressed down and no place to go. Iced white wine, blue skyline; wild deer and breeze all running free, and me, still trying to see the wood for the trees. Weeds and reeds; so few bees; distant church bells ringing, so many birds singing, its such a beautiful day, its such a beautiful day and I feel pity for the city, feel pity for the city, I feel pity for the city that I left behind.