Look
You've lost your look
It used to hang around you
Not quite like a transcendental aura
More like a can of beans
Ready to be slopped
Upon a white, Pyrex plate
With a few Lincolnshire sausages
A medium sized free range egg
And a slice of toast
... A strong cuppa cha
To wash it down
And lamented upon
For the rest of the day
Wednesday 6 November 2013
Thursday 6 June 2013
Sunday 31 March 2013
The Pink tufted cuckoo
As nobody had officially sighted one for over twenty years, the pink tufted cuckoo, it
was assumed, was no more. Bruce ‘bird-snatch’ Jones had taken on the position
of proving otherwise, he had made it his life’s work to crawl through every
bush, hedge row and heath in the country in order to find at least a trace of
the allusive bird. Many a fellow bird watcher criticised his efforts as being
futile but Bruce bird-snatch Jones did not see it so, for Bruce, this all
consuming pursuit, if successful, would be his road to Shangri-la. Bruce’s
ambition was to go down in history as the man who singlehandedly resurrected
the pink tufted cuckoo; he would build theme parks filled with aviaries, he
would write books, travel the globe giving lectures and TV interviews, he would
create a new fund raising charity exclusively for the bird. His name would
become immortalised, at least in the world of bird lovers.
On a mild,
chirpy spring morning a ten year old boy, who was later to be known as little Tim
‘cuckoo- finder’ Bucton, ambled into a small enclosure of grass and trees
locally known as a park, just off hackney road, London, and took several photos
of some of the many breeding pairs of pink tufted cuckoos to be found there.
His father, being a keen bird watcher himself, instantly recognised the
significance of the find; a press conference was arranged followed up by many TV
interviews and magazine articles. While Bruce ‘bird- snatch’ Jones’s face could
still frequently be seen emerging stung and torn from the bramble ridden
hedgerows of Dorset, Tim ‘cuckoo finder’ Bucton’s name was being assured its
place in history.
The locals
of the Dorset village which Bruce had chosen as a base for his operations were very
aware of his cuckoo- hunting antics. They, too, regarded the obsessive nature of
his quest with cynicism and mirth. When Bruce made his bi-monthly appearance at
the ‘Dead Cuckoo,’ they were already eight days aware of Tim’s London triumph
and had prepared, for Bruce, an evening of gradated mocking culminating with
the presentation to him of a recent magazine article in Country Life which
included a full page image of Tim ‘cuckoo- finder’ Bucton sat on a park bench
with a pink tufted cuckoo sat inquisitively upon his shoulder. Later that same
night, Bruce was to be found on the steps of the Dead Cuckoo, head in hands,
having been barred for aggressive and drunken behaviour. The following day, he
returned, by train, to London. Before entering his flat, Bruce stopped off at
the small park situated behind his garden wall and beneath his bedroom window,
but the park was closed. Tied to the gate was a laminated poster upon which was
written an explanatory message which read:
Dear Public,
Due to the recent
rediscovery by tim ‘cuckoo- finder’ bucton, of the ‘pink tufted
cuckoo’ in this park,
The park is closed until further notice.
We apologise for any
inconvenience,
Hackney council.
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