Races dont start until the afternoon, but Im still up at 6.30 because three or four mornings a week Ill get into my jodhpurs and boots to ride out horses for the trainer Jonjo ONeill.
July bus’ open people pores like rich folks popping open Champaign bottles. Sensible bodies move slow like they ain’t got nowhere to go. Men sweating. Horses perspiring. Proper ladies glow. And me, while I plan grammar I eat, You eat, We eat, They eat...no “s”, He eats, She eats, It eats, Yes “s”, I go, You go, We go, They go, He, She, It goes... ...I sit cross-legged, I type, I jiggle, I jump up, I dance. From me ole CD player resting on a rickety chair, Pepe Moreno is belting out dan
Waterloo (South London) Every night you do you put on a new costume I’d think you’d really like the discipline I’m trying to work that out he must be quite good decide what level yr at. Sauna. Completely. You’re not allowed any gals don’t get too close now we’re working together it’s one of those sports. I’m crap. Tantrum. The sexless life of childhood. Some of the valves are working harder. Than. They should. That carefully spoken middle class accent. Hold yr horses. Perk up. He leans nearer
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