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Standing Stones

This is not about the Rolling Stones. My other favourite car song when I was little began:

I am just a poor boy
Though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

That’s pretty much apropos of nothing but there you go.

I bought a newspaper on Thursday. I put it down and forgot it until Friday. Then I couldn’t find it when I thought I ought to look at it, given it cost me a whole pound. Then I did manage to locate it and of course the world had moved on and everyone is going on about the poxy euro bailout package – oh how the Germans must miss their Pfennigs and Marks.

Two day-old papers have their uses though, you can pick through at your leisure without the urgency of the “must read today” copy and savour the type of stories that might catch your eye if you are lining the cat litter tray with newspaper. I used to line a lot of cat litter trays in days gone by.

This kind of thing:- the Austrians have employed Druids to put up monoliths at motorway blackspots to “counter negative energy”. The Druid Team, Monolith Division, where called in when no explanation could be found for a spate of accidents on a road to Salzburg. Arch Druid Ilma Tessmann blamed radiation from a mobile phone mast. It has been so successful that it is being copied across the country and so many stones are needed they have been forced to use magnets and plastic (giant?) slates as an alternative to stones.

There are a few places I can think of that could do with a standing stone or two to sort out didgy energy, Vauxhall being one. I’ve not been to the Curragh racecourse in Ireland, but it certainly looks like the kind of flat plain that could host a monolith. Whether such a thing would effect the result in today’s 2000 Guineas, who knows?

I am not too interested, primarily because of the swarm of Ballydoyle runners involved meaning that one will probably win. Of them I would side with Fencing Master, but I suppose the market leader Steinbeck has the more realistic chance. Xtension should run a solid race without winning? Canford Cliffs is a nice spot near Bournemouth, but I don’t think he is a Guineas winner. I’d say they’ll (Hannons Snr & Jnr) drop him back to 7f after this and rather like my blog theme experiment stick with what works.

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev’ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains

The Boxer, Simon & Garfunkel