On Saturday I left the parlour window closed all day. When I came home from work in the evening the temperature in the room was stifling. On Sunday I left the parlour window wide open throughout the afternoon whilst I went to watch the football on my sister’s big TV. When I came home in the evening my room was filled with flies. On Monday I left the parlour window very slightly open. When I came from work my room was stifling and filled with flies.
Tomorrow promises to be another black day.
My Grandma and Granddad were initially very worried about the installation of lights around the base of Bamburgh Castle (they lived in its shadow). All of their fears were quickly allayed upon the occasion of it’s first illumination.
Other examples of when my Grandparents were happy are:
1. The time we all went to an expensive restaurant and you really could taste the difference.
2. When blue-tits nested in the bird-box.
3. Young Doctors ( “Young Quacks” ).
My Grandparents are buried in the churchyard overlooking the sea.
Newcastle’s Central Station became the scene of a bloodbath last night as a man tried (several times) to kill a pigeon with his bare hands. Apparently the man, who works as security at the popular Centurion bar, had witnessed the bird being attacked by a group of frenzied gulls and left for dead by the side of the road. Taking matters into his own hands, he tried to put an end to its suffering but, unfortunately for the pigeon, could not deliver an effective death-blow. Commuters, revellers and passers-by watched in horror at the ham-fisted doorman’s desperate attempts to wring the bird’s neck, all of which were to no avail. As a last resort the clearly distressed man simply stamped the pigeon to death.
Further reading:
Blechman, Andrew D. “Pigeons: The Fascinating Saga of the World’s Most Revered and Reviled Bird” 2007 Grove Press.
Bothington, Jonah P. “Avian Euthanasia” 1969 Pointillist Press.
Thew, Tamarind “Rasputin With A Beak” 1975 Babbling Brook.
