counting coots

I took some photographs of gulls yesterday morning. You could probably do without another one of my dodgy gull posts right now dear reader (the beady-eyed bugger is back by the way) so let me change direction a little.

I have been informed both by Natalie and by some signs up by the river bank, that there is a flash mob going on in Fulham tomorrow.




Now, I’m not entirely sure what a flash mob is to be honest, but if they had been about when I were a lad I doubt very much if I would have been allowed to go on one, because it would probably been filed along with 'Stranglers in dungareens' or some such. I think I am right in saying that a flash mob is akin to the T-Mobile advert on telly with the big twat singing a Bonnie Tyler song at the top of his annoying big twatty voice with a mobile phone waving in the air. Because it’s ‘like, uh, amazing’ or nonsense the kids trot out these days.

Anyway, I digress that this flash mob is going to be a little more sensible and constructive as all these people are going to turn up on the banks of the muddy Thames and pick all the rubbish up! For nothing! Loads of them, all at once! Honest.

Who are these people I here you cry? Well it's a charity called Thames21 and they are pretty organised too – interwebs everything! And they don’t just do it in Fulham. They do it all the time all over the river, and I have nothing but praise for them. At the time they are doing all this excellence, I will of course be a slave the Queen's coin, and cannot join in.

Here's a small example of what they are up against.