Wanderer

Perhaps I would enjoy the life of a nomad, tavelling from place to place in my cycle-powered tiny caravan.  I would like to have a few items of clothing.  They can be simple clothes, no one needs intelligent clothes.  And watercolour paints, ink and a few pens.  And washing things.  And eating things.  But maybe all I will eat is noodles and cans of nuts.  And a mattress and a sleeping bag.  And a pillow.  What else do I need, I sulfation, maybe.  Nothing more.  Lovely.  And a tablet, or a smart phone.

Taken for granted, first do the hard work then make the flashy riffs delight the crowd (I wonder what it would be like to play a flashy riff with or without a crowd).  That was the way I thought the match went, the favourites didn't respect their opponents enough, but their opponents had worked hard to find the weaknesses, the small areas in which they could take the lead.  And led they did.  Throughout.  And even though I favoured the favourite, they lost.

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