THE LAW OF HAPPENCHANCE
This morning, hungover, head stooped in a fry-up at Maria’s, along strolls Lord Lucan, again. We nod, then shake hands. He asks my name. Pete I say. At which point, from his pocket he pulls 2 printed pages of this blog given to him by a lovely woman off towards Buckinghamshire someplace. Is this you, are you Peter Kirby, he asked. It is me, I reply. We smile, he breaks everso gently into his kookaburra laugh which I assure him is a compliment. Like a fancier whose prize pigeon has returned, I too felt I could fly.
February 13, 2009
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Mr. K
I plan to recreate this scene at some point in the future.
Minus Kookaburra.
I will reply to your email soon. As you can probably imagine i’m facing similar time constraints to your good self. I will endeavour. Strangely this blog seems like a ‘less hastle’ way of contacting you.
What a lot of poor grammar.
nice post. thanks.