Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Pigeons
Last Sunday I dined at the table next to a madman who was photographing pigeons. How he cajoled; wheedled; pleaded with them to pose nicely. When they would not acquiesce to his freakish whims, the abuse would flow freely.
I spent some time deciding whether, if he were to hold a slide night, it would be worth attending. I concluded probably not. Although the experience of sitting through an hour or two of pigeon slides would be quite novel, it would probably be slightly more boring than a typical slide night. Only slightly, mind.
I spent some time deciding whether, if he were to hold a slide night, it would be worth attending. I concluded probably not. Although the experience of sitting through an hour or two of pigeon slides would be quite novel, it would probably be slightly more boring than a typical slide night. Only slightly, mind.
