While crossing the new-ish river bridge that over-sees the river's rugby stretch, the starry-starry-night, light enough to be most amenable for all things al-fresco, I saw that the safety-rail's props and bolts, were practically and tactically colonised by big-big-bellied strapping spiders, broad-shouldered, stocky, dark and hairy, prop-forwards with a tunnel vision, waiting to tackle fly-halves or wholes, william web-ellises to a man- (ok. who can sex a spider at first sight?) - each with a web-site ready to receive e(ntological)-mail or males, or females and they not fussy! "nothing can be snider than a hungry arachnida in the mo-o-or-ning!" their disposition, apart from voracious, suggests a certain new-era professionalism, grassy-tuffets, a-la-miss-muffet, being far too random-actish and anarchic, have been superseded, and impeded by the weavings and workings of the techno-logical market, and so those who surf and strut their wintry-inter-net, adapting to the new post-modernististic ways deserve a british lion's share of all the meat they get! © kfg moore
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