So the incubus of nominalism was dispelled.
That is a complete sentence from a book I was reading last night. It tickled me.
Not as much as the Kingfisher that I saw by the Wandle yesterday, nor the 7 Linnets that were close by. I wouldn't have got as close to them as I did if it wasn't for the splendid new path thingy.
On the opposite bank there was a film crew filming some lads in old skool tracksuits playing cricket on concrete near a graffiti splattered wall. More than likely some minor plot device showing gritty realism that will occur in The Bill in the not too distant future.
I have pictures of dubious quality of all of the above. Except the book.
Those pictures are on a camera that is several miles from this computer.
So have a picture that would have been better if I had been just a teeny bit further away from the subject.
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My advice would be to read more bird books. One I had as a kid described bird mating as "a cloacal juxtaposition" - is that Barry White I can hear in the background?
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