Over here, in the speck of green, blue and grey under a too expensive realOrange crown, we did what we promised. We did NOT watch the match of the Coward and the Brave. If this landing of the fly was the most exciting moment (it is all over the News over here) we were right. Nothing could happen, nothing happened. The pugilists evaded each other and punched the Covid-filled air. I understand Lady in Waiting Harris, though- I wouldn’t punch a pile of shit, getting all smudgy and smelly by it. Just let it smudge itself. I understand The Pile too: don’t start the broom that could wipe you out.