Is it this time of year already? Late August; feeling slightly autumnal but desperately summery in a last-final-gasp kinda way before the long march down into the DARKNESS.
I reckon we’ve about 3-4 weeks of generally OK weather before the chill starts to shock us out of our summer stupor.
But we can still have a laugh, right? Or is it already getting too dark to heal the humours?
Tomorrow after work I board a flight* from Gatwick to Edinburgh to meet my agent for the final few days of the Edinburgh Fringe.
Yeah, I’m joining up with my agent. He was going to make badges to distribute to punters but didn’t. Fail? Or a lucky break? We’re best off incognito I think, sometimes. Sometimes, I even think.
Maybe we’ll see you there?**
Getting Ready for the Flight
*Train fare was twice the price and three times the journey time, and required a journey up to heavily-concreted northern London, which is generally worthy of avoidance as even the occasional tree that turns up is made of asphalt.
**code word: “dib dab dob“. Go on. Give it a bash. See if you get a hint of recognition.
I know I shouldn’t really comment but sometimes I do wonder what my agent is on about sometimes. This is quite fun, though, despite putting my species in a dubiously bestial light.
via Oh Cheers
A few tunes this horse has been mucking around with over the years of solitude in his stable…
These are just for starters, a few more will be added over the next few days/weeks.
2010. Hyde Park. Sunday June 27th. Just on the corner. Around 3:30pm.
Strains of Elvis Costello and the Sugarcanes drifting from the not-too-distant enclosure of Hard Rock Calling, where Lord Paul McCartney would be playing with his hard rockin’ cohorts would be playing not too much later.
If you were there, perhaps on your way to see 25% of The Beatles, you would have seen me, for this is where you may have seen me all be-perched and besmerching my message to humanity. News from the Equine erectus race. Note we be sapient, salient and playful, as well as demonstrative and demonic. And daemonic.
You fear us. You are right to do so. Be prepared.
Dobbin Horsome: "Soothsayer, what sayeth thou?"
Took a while to publish this one. Horseboy been HOOF-ering. Hoovering. Okay, late for spring. Spring cleaning. Hoof-ering. Hoovering.
[Dobbin Horsome fetches snug horse coat and hoofs it… for now]
Ever Seen The Matrix Reloaded?
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What a week last week was. It was a certainly a week, which it had in common with many other weeks, but it was marked out by a surreal – perhaps pointy-eared? – halo of infamy which swizzed around me head as I got on with my normal day in the hay.
But it was OK. Even more than OK has been making friends with you all on Facebook and Twitter. Hello! You have your very own bloggin’ pet horsome.
So I thought I’d share with you one very special photograph of myself from that wedding. There were only the YouTube vids aside from this that I could locate.
Dobbin Does (Wedding) Disco
Did you spot the sporran?
And, aside from that, I thought I’d just drop in an intimate picture of myself as I’m writing this message now. Now you will have a strong mental image of precisely who is engaging with you as he presses out the words with his hooves, using the power of the pressed word, on a WordPress website. Neigh!
You get points if you can tell us what website that is. Extra points are awarded if you get it right.
Did I mention I like to play a musics and well as with the words? I does, you knows. Till the next time…
Dobbin Horsome. xx
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It’s where I court controversy. It’s a bit like Jerry Springer. Or Jeremy Kyle.
THE HORROR, THE HORROR