Today's was a photo that always amused me - not least because I always wondered what the pigeon was up to when I took it (in a doorway in Norwich, if you were wondering). Now, thanks to the splendid Alan MacFarlane, I know. Completely inspired.
… 32, 33, 34 …
Let’s go there.
Are you serious?
Yeah, why not?
We spend most of every bloody day on that, that’s why not.
Alright then, what about up there?
On his hat I suppose?
No, don’t be daft. That would be too obvious. Besides it’s lunchtime, there’ll be a queue.
Sometimes I wonder what damage all that pecking has done.
It was just a suggestion.
We were up there ten minutes ago, remember? That’s the first place he’ll look.
… 45, 46, 47, 48 49 …
We could jump buses for a while.
Too much effort.
National Gallery then?
Western European painting exhibition on. It’ll be packed.
South African Embassy?
Charing Cross Monument?
It’s got to be somewhere in the square remember.
They’ve got the nets up. Bob got stuck earlier. Did I tell you about that? Funny story -
Yeah you did. Come on, we need to hurry.
… 58, 59, 60, 61…
Right, let’s think…
Behind one of the lions.
We stand out of sight then move round depending on where he is.
Finally a good idea.
But not good enough.
Guh. Why not?
Somebody’s bound to drop crumbs and I’ll get distracted.
Alright then smart arse. Where do you think we should go?
Let’s hear it then.
… 73, 74, 75, 76…
We stand on that window ledge above his head.
That’s dafter than anything I’ve said.
You think so?
Yeah, isn’t it?
Listen, you know what he’s like.
What do you mean?
He always does things first and thinks later, right?
Well, what do you think he’s going to do when he stops counting?
Give me strength … He’ll take off, won’t he? Then he’ll start looking for us.
And we’ll be -
Right there where he won’t think of looking for us. Exactly.
Let’s get over there.
(A SHORT WHILE LATER)
…89, 90, 91, 92, 93 …
… 96, 97, 98, 99, 100. Coming ready or not! (flap, flap, flap)