the best bit was when andy sat down for teaÂ
everything you see, read, watch, remember, think, do not like and do, get excited about, the afternoon you fall asleep on the sofa, flowers on trees in fields, all the blossom of a sun drenched morning in the high veld, an image of a dream you wish to dream, telephone shrill in springtime, a pugilist’s symphonic fists as the bell goes in the smoky auditorium for the 5th and the count reaches 8, an apple whirling green in the unforgettable light of eve; your daughter now 9 when once 3, the swirl of dust in lampglow, all of this is something quite stupendous, simply quite enticing