Chewsday

This video is cheating slightly. It was taken on Sunday. But I was thinking about Tuesday. 

 

Omar Sheriff approaching in "Lawrence of Arabia" 

(without the horse or falcon)

Tuesday. Is Tuesday a good day? Of course it is. It was a rhetorical question. We've got a running start from Monday, not many classes and lots of time for fun. For some people it's a bit difficult getting up in the morning though. Whilst for others, it's not getting up which is the problem.

Let me out!

  

We are already feeling a tad better. With a bit of coffee and cake in the body all is well with the world. Next stop, the science museum, the "Domus". A monumental edifice that looks like it might be a homage to partition walls. The roof and most of the facade is covered in blue slate. 

The world's largest blackboard

As I said, we are feeling much better.

Let's go!

And once we are inside. I might have to annoy young Jacob by taking more pictures.

How tall?

It might have killed the cat

but in this case, in the science museum, curiosity is pretty good fun 

What control, technique, concentration!

Hard to believe though it may be, the above photo was taken in the science museum. It's part of an exhibit that shows you the speed at which you can kick a football. Jacob's style is still based on dribbling, particularly when the dummy is out.

Getting ready for the penalty shoot out

A purposeful gait

The thinker in a blue funk

In 24 hours this is exactly how I would feel (I'm writing on Wednesday). Exposed, on the rocks and a bit thin. Tuesday, however, finishes with my kung fu class which is enervating. Enough said.


Poem for today:

Indoor Games Near Newbury

In among the silver birches,
Winding ways of tarmac wander
And the signs to Bussock Bottom,
Tussock Wood and Windy Break.
Gabled lodges, tile-hung churches
Catch the lights of our Lagonda
As we drive to Wendy’s party,
Lemon curd and Christmas cake

Rich the makes of motor whirring
Past the pine plantation purring
Come up Hupmobile Delage.
Short the way our chauffeurs travel
Crunching over private gravel,
Each from out his warm garage.

O but Wendy, when the carpet
Yielded to my indoor pumps.
There you stood, your gold hair streaming,
Handsome in the hall light gleaming
There you looked and there you led me
Off into the game of Clumps.

Then the new Victrola playing;
And your funny uncle saying
"Choose your partners for a foxtrot.
Dance until it's tea o'clock
Come on young 'uns, foot it feetly."
Was it chance that paired us neatly?
I who loved you so completely.
You who pressed me closely to you,
Hard against your party frock.

"Meet me when you've finished eating."
So we met and no one found us.
O that dark and furry cupboard,
While the rest played hide-and-seek.
Holding hands our two hearts beating.
In the bedroom silence round us
Holding hands and hardly hearing
Sudden footstep, thud and shriek

Love that lay too deep for kissing.
"Where is Wendy? Wendy's missing."
Love so pure it had to end.
Love so strong that I was frightened
When you gripped my fingers tight.
And hugging, whispered "I'm your friend."

Goodbye Wendy. Send the fairies,
Pinewood elf and larch tree gnome.
Spingle-spangled stars are peeping
At the lush Lagonda creeping
Down the winding ways of tarmac
To the leaded lights of home.

There among the silver birches,
All the bells of all the churches
Sounded in the bath-waste running
Out into the frosty air.
Wendy speeded my undressing.
Wendy is the sheet's caressing
Wendy bending gives a blessing.
Holds me as I drift to dreamland
Safe inside my slumber wear

Never been to Newbury, but when I get my Lagonda, that's where I'm going to carefully place my hat.