Collecting things as I walk about

We three Kings of orient are
One in a bus and one in a car
One on a scooter beeping his hooter
Following Ringo Starr….

I don’t know. It just somehow fits my slightly idiosyncratic mood.

Perhaps because Home Alone 2 is on the TV.

I’m not listening to it though.

I’ve got my studio headphones on; I’m currently listening to Ray Charles’ ‘Heartbreaker’ on Barnsley Sime’s internet radio station

I am new to what Barnsley Sime does; it ain’t half bad, mum.

Anyway.

I have spent the day doing pony-related things.

I was shut in a car with a very nice lady.

Judging dressage.

I seem to have accidentally become the new owner of a lovely Dun-coloured pony who was in our section.

I sneaked him in to the back of the car later, when his owner wasn’t looking.

Right now he’s grazing in the garden.

I’m going to have to find somewhere more appropriate to keep him.

Anyway.

Vinnie says ‘hello’.

In that whickery kind of ‘Huhuhuhuh’ way he does.

We seem to have bought a new suite.

And I haven’t bought one of these:

Kawasaki ZX9R

 

But it was close there for a couple of minutes.

As well as the pony (who is at this moment quietly grazing on my neighbour’s rhododendrons), I almost came home with a puppy.

I know I can’t have one because of my stupid hours and daftly enormous travelling and stupid job but, and this is totally true, a small stray puppy, about 3 months old, was handed in to the Secretary’s tent.

It was gorgeous.

And nearly mine.

But a sense of the common variety came upon me and I left him there.

Though I do wonder if he was claimed by his rightful owners.

And finally.

I don’t understand why sitting in a car judging a day-full of dressage is tiring, but it flipping is!

So it is only fitting that I make myself a mug of chocolate and vanish in the direction of my lovely bed, for half an hour in the company of David Niven’s first autobiographical work.

And then lots of Zs will fall out of my mouth.

Love you!

x

 

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9 Responses to Collecting things as I walk about

  1. Allister says:

    Interesting. Cultural differences, perhaps, or just which school you went to. But anyway, our first wise man was a tractor driver, not a bus driver, and our third wise man was a scooter hooter tooter. If I recall correctly, they were chasing a star of the astronomical variety. Not to say Ringo wasn’t a huge star, just not widely regarded as interesting by astronomers.

    • Brennig says:

      Also not regarded as interesting by at least one other member of The Beatles.

  2. barnsleysime says:

    cheers for that. funnily enough i am listening to one of your shows as i write this. glad you enjoyed it.

  3. Vicola says:

    Ah it must be a regional variety thing because here in Manchester, our first king was in a taxi and our third was on a scooter blowing his hooter. This is what happens when you’re brought up in the posh end of the suburbs, no mention of the peasant wagon, also known as the bus.
    And I also vote for puppy. If you don’t have time, I’ll look after it for you!