Saturday, January 26
Strange things you see sometimes ...
... driving home this afternoon, Mr Brown & I saw a man walking on the footpath alongside Canterbury Road, heading for the vile & sleezy Oxford Tavern carefully carrying a pigeon. And kissing it on it's tiny feathered head.
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We live in bizarre times!
I read with relish (no pun intended) that you where up at the crack of dawn (I nearly laughed myself sick at you calling it "at sparrows fart" - can I use that?) to go to a market at the end of your street! You lucky lucky lucky people! How jealous am I, and the thought of a Beef Bourguignon pie- how delicious does that sound.
Any chance of a slice?
Hugs all round to the Mouses'
What if the tavern send out homing pigeons to go get innocent guys and bring them back to the tavern.
Or maybe he was buying the pigeon a drink because he lost a bet with it...
That still doesn't explain the kissing though.
Roo - glad you liked sparrow's fart, I find it most descriptive. The markets are a mixed blessing, yes they are close and full of wonderful things, but you do have to do the sparrow fart thing to get the good stuff and it does turn our nice, quiet residential street into road/parking rage hell. And don't get me started on the middle class parents loudly instructing their kinder as they walk past my bedroom window. The pie & the goat cheese man, the mushroom man and the flower guy make it *almost* worth it though.
Oh, & you'd have to fight Mr Brown for a slice of that pie ;)
Mr Gatsby - interesting theories – Though the lurid signs and blackboard advertising is more than enough to bring in the punters methinks.
As for the pigeon kissing, perhaps he was taste testing the pigeon, before popping it in a pie or stew!
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