Cowboy met a girl. She gave him a new pot of ink. He held it up and looked at the liquid through the glass, eye up close. He thought about drinking it, and where he had left his pen. He would write some new words. Quiet ones. Then loud ones.
The cowboy walks into his living room. It is sparse and white. Someone has removed all his furniture. Louise Wener is standing in the far corner staring at him. He slowly backs away into the hall. He closes the door. He remains there, unsure of what to do.
Cowboy shakes his head.
The sky is grey & mumbling.
Have you got any sandwiches?” said Ringo.
I apologised and said that I didn’t.
“Not any cheese and pickle?”
I shook my head.
I asked how they came to be on the boat to Hades.
“Got any sandwiches?” said John, raising his voice as if I were hard of hearing.
They exchanged glances and rolled their eyes.
It was funny, I said, all four of them here at once.
Paul leaned forward and said slowly, “Do… you… have… any… sandwiches?”
I said that I hadn’t packed any sandwiches.
I looked away and out over the sea. There was no sound at all.
“You don’t, by any chance, have any sandwiches, do you?” said George.
Not saying anything, I walked further along the deck. When I was fifty or so paces away, I looked back. They sat there staring at me.
I first saw the dog running down the street alongside the bus. He looked ecstatic to be running beside his big wheeled friend. It was raining and it took me a moment to realise that he didn’t have much choice in the matter. He was attached to a lead, whose handle was trapped in the door of the bus. As the bus passed me, I saw through the door that the handle of the lead was held by the dog’s owner. Her hand was pressed against the glass panel. She stared at the dog, her face creased like a potato sack in distress. The dog was having the best time of his life.
The cowboy overindulged at Christmas. And there is still so much food left over. The stollen hasn’t even been opened yet. He is tempted to have a slice, but he’s too scared to get out from under the bed after watching all the DVDs in his ghost stories box set.
Horses Waking Up play their first gig at the Greek Taverna. The cowboy looks good with a cigarette sticking out of his mouth. He has glued iron filings to his face to mimic stubble. The scarecrow and the magpie argue during the third song and the set ends prematurely with the magpie pecking out the shiny buttons that the scarecrow had specially sewn on to be his eyes for the evening. The cowboy throws down his keytar and heads straight to the bar to order a gin and tonic.
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