Gordon’s notes and other things.

Apartment Pony

“There’s a woman on our block, who has a pony in her apartment,” our spin instructor, D, says as we enter breathless in a dark, windowless room in Tooting.

“We don’t know what to do about it. It’s the second time she’s had a pony. I called the RSPCA but nobody will do anything about it.”

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