I conceived of
writing about certain events in cryptic form sometime ago. Partly it is
to do with my humour, a perverse form of fun; partly for other reasons. (A
strong sense of humour, often a sometimes black one, can be a great aid
to survival, though that is not necessarily apparent.)
Some of what follows is, I hope, fairly cryptic, some less so. Some
seemed to fit in “olde worlde” style, some not so; hence the strange
combination. In a way some is “cryptic heavy” and some is “cryptic
light”. That has also led to a little duplication and overlap,
occasionally two sets of clues.
It would take too long to bring it all up to a standard and evenness
with which I would be content and the events herein have cost me a
decade already. The have also cost the region huge losses over that
period, far more than the more local losses though think far into six
digits, quite possibly seven.
So, mixed up as it is in style, the content is not mixed at all; it is
all true. One way in which it can be verified is by asking a certain
person the right question under the right circumstances, as advised by the
“Wisher of Wells”,
who strongly believes that the citizens should know.
I will do the honours; I just need a platform.
Another is, of course, freedom of information, which, as an individual,
I am sure I will be denied; as I have been denied representation and
freedom of speech at meetings, apart from
a certain Chamber of Commerce Meeting.
Welcome to Hampshire and, of course, Havant.
A sheriff who was no saint, certainly not a
rock, at least not that rock, nor all he claimed, though his submissions
were much the same, especially those to go see, except that go saw and
were repaid; had to be, or the brothers’ grandmother’s pleasure loomed,
though may still do. Henry’s pad, perhaps, by a Norfolk castle and royal
Awards false did the sheriff claim, not the charter or status of the
main piece on the opposite rank; not for valour, initially, though
somewhat backward, was not what it said? The card of a man? No paladin
he; the other side of the board and not the only piece of that
complexion. "Have gun will travel" read it not, though some of what it
did read was false and some of what it should have read was blank.
Was the Queen from Newgate, or just lost her appetite
and was backward; is the current
use ironic? Was she in the
counting house while the Bishop was in his forge? Was it the Black
Knight who was first to the forge? Methinks ’twas. The goods already
wrought, unable to be reshaped, the Queen and the Bishops tried to make
was taken, the plan was changed. The monies were taken and wrongly
spent, wasted. The new match maker did not make the match, as was
charged to do. So, overall the sheets were spread but the sheets had faults and flaws.
To the seers by where the country roads pass over one another they went,
not far from where the little girl's friend sleeps. The seers saw, were
surprised to be taken as fools; they saw through the glass, not just the
little girl's, and it was
not wonder they saw but much deceit, far more than the tenants who haven't seen at all;
there was no guard on the citizens' van and it cost them dear, if only
Great penance loomed but there was a way; return the cost of all that
had been wrought in the forge, but from where did come such a great sum?
The Queen’s Bishop go see with
citizen's purse and the
been told still. High office saved but at what cost? Liberty also?
Much time has since passed and all is well, or so it seems, but still
they quake and are of nervous disposition.
At a citizens' gathering, though only us two, the wanderer backed away in
fright, like a rabbit in lights, though cheered and relaxed when questions
changed to broken roads and flower wagons, a far less serious matter
with no sanction
forced stay, or other.
No stars fell down, as they would have done in wrath, had not purse been
returned across the sea, but increase their
number instead since then, though the sign stays the same, as far as I
How does this knowledge come about. What was known early, a ship that
leaks, crew who have left, the Wisher of Wells, openly available
documents; more of the puzzle comes together.
The other Black Knight? Was he a blue-eyed Scot? Inherit a kingdom in
the dominions? What was his way, or was he too late to the forge also?
Other pieces? What grows on Scottish Castle walls. A town in Jutland
rings a bell. Did not run playboy clubs but was concerned
with the interests and welfare of humans, though, apparently more theory
than practice, at least in the pecuniary sense.
Who was rooked and haven’t been told?
The Bishop was not Richelieu, though very French; in a way known as
William, though not Bill. I knew the Bishop go see.
The Wisher of Wells confronted the sheriff in serious circumstance,
strong arguments ensued. The Wisher knew how much was the Bishop’s
purse, though really the bishopric’s purse. The
know not, haven’t any idea. The Wisher says the Bishop should be asked,
exactly how much and where from. The right circumstance awaits?
Did they think we are just doing “our thing”? Appropriate sentiment,
though wrong location. Oddly that was my favourite defence, Dragon
Variation, though of little help in this game. All chess pieces are on
the table, in view. No squares in this game; nothing runs straight, or
level. quite unlike the way I was taught, is practice and symbol, to
which I endeavoured to remain true.
Two pieces did not belong on those far ranks. One, though his brother
had a small farm to call his own, had to stay. The diminutive one left
the board, not enough time to play a good game, he said, though did
black man take him away?
In Caesar’s time of god and goddess, Fraus was Mercury’s helper,
returned to be promoted above Captain and felicitas overlooks those who
Haven’t citizen’s paid instead? Yes, greatly, though know they not the
deal, the loss; went up in smoke, see French below; elucidated by the
one who wished me well. The number fed times two hundred would likely be
the sum; certainly very great as only ten times fed allowed to show
themselves by cardinal friend of bird. Not really food or the Global Business
Partnership, or the Graduate one for that matter, more Lucy in the Sky
with Diamonds, as they used to say.
Who joined their ranks, the pieces of weight? No, characters from
Elizabeth Ranier’s “House of Water”, almost, not quite; at least it
would seem so; one piece on the board in more ways than one. Then they
were with Lord Paddy’s former employers, initially at least, though have
now joined a more embryonic organisation. The unknown writ large, backed
Virgil to the hilt; no Greek but he who chased himself.
Though not a cast of one (not a phoenix
though still flame and bird but no longer, the bird is with the pears,
though are they pears, or more of hearts?):
With most of the Doctor’s Brecon area on fire, former kingdom leads to
Sydney’s best-kept secret. Did Drummond and Eckman agree?
Mick and friends must have left plenty behind, not just Brian, though it was
his idea, and were preceded by a knowing Scot.