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Anticipation
any outcome possible
powerless, we hope
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by Scooj
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Anticipation
any outcome possible
powerless, we hope
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by Scooj
I was lucky enough to meet Mest when he was painting this piece, just a couple of days before the Italy v England Euro 21 cup final. Perhaps the less said about the result of that match, the better, although being an Italophile, losing to the Italians wasn’t so bad.

Mest wasn’t at all what I expected, but then I can’t think of a single artist who looked anything like I thought they might before I met them. His simple large letters in white are embellished with a large red cross through the middle to create a Mestivellian St George cross, The whole thing neatly bound with a black and blue border. A nice patriotic football piece. I must be getting close to having enough of his work for a gallery.
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Dark clouds lingering
England put under the sword
Saka my hero
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by Scooj
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This Italophile
makes no apologies for
cheering on England
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by Scooj
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Three lions enter
warming to this England side
it begins again
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by Scooj
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We’re drawn together
a collective ambition
England and Saint George
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by Scooj
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Two old enemies
battle it out on the pitch
to the victor, spoils
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by Scooj
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Waiting for the boy
to watch the match together
the joy of playback
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shut out all noises or clues
I’ll put parsley in my ears
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by Scooj
This is a rather cryptic Tanka which I am composing while waiting for my son to get home from his late shift so that we can watch the England v Scotland match together on playback. I have to guard against hearing the neighbours shouting or turning on the radio or even using my phone in case I see or hear anything that might give away the score.
Putting parsley in my ears is an oblique reference to an Asterix cartoon book ‘Asterix the Gladiator’ in which the Roman soldiers put parsley in their ears so that they wouldn’t hear Cacofonix the bard singing, such was the dreadful noise he made.
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England victory
bodes well for the Gunners in
the North London derby
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by Scooj
Doors 76 – Dorchester doors (1)
I went to a meeting in Dorchester last week and had quite a lot of time to kill either side of the meeting and my train journeys. I have never been to the town before, so there was an obvious doorscursion opportunity, and what an appropriately named place for such a thing.
The town left me a little puzzled. Compared to Bristol it is a rather sleepy and sedate place although both share an extraordinary history and abominable post-war architecture. The most striking thing was the abundance of retirees as a proportion of the total population. Maybe this was an artifact of the time of day I was visiting, I don’t know.
Because of its Roman heritage I had imagined ancient doors all over the place, but instead there was a curious mix of old, new, weird and beautiful doors. You’ll be glad to hear there were no graffiti doors in Dorchester.
Here we go:






So there we have it for another week – there will be more from Dorchester in due course. Meanwhile why not go and check out the Norm 2.0 blog – the originator of Thursday Doors where there are links to yet more doors in the comments section at the end.
Have a great weekend
Scooj