A Jar For Pickles
We breathe the same air as Bobby Moore and if it’s
as Richard Dawkins postulates, that within the pint
in my hand is a molecule that passed through the bladder
of Oliver Cromwell, then there may well be one lapped
from a bowl by Laika; dogs drink and piss much more
than Puritans, it has to be said. It needn’t be a dog’s
life, we all of us can have our day. It’s all there for the
finding, under hedges, under yesterdays newspapers,
true. But still, all there for us. Whether we train and
play in England’s sometimes triumphant kit or just
walk in the park about our business. There’s a
vibrant, vigorous, vivacious world not to be sniffed at.
To Pickles, the little man, the underdog, the just
plain dogs. Here’s to the likes of us, a cup the world can lift.
Tim Wells 2013