Thinking about Pharoahs

Now, again, no pictures from the BDP. I know. I’m sorry. I suck.
However, there is news.
Over the last couple of days there’s been random Dead Pigeons in the road when I am on my way to work. They don’t appear fresh, but rather squishy and grey. When I return from work, there are no Dead Pigeons, and no sign that they’ve ever been there. It clearly isn’t due to road sweeping or suchlike, as other bits and bobs under the Bridge are undisturbed. What does this mean? Are they hiding the evidence, or am I hallucinating Dead Pigeons?
And, in other news, the spirals are back. But only in a small patch under one end of the bridge.
Here's a question... What do you think the Pigeons were doing with 14 palettes of concrete blocks? Maybe they're building a new bridge. Hmmm.

Non-BDP stuff! Feel free to stop reading at this point.

I like so-called 'mommy blogs'. They rarely make me feel broody, but some of the writing's fantastic. Mimi Smartypants reminds me a lot of me, in some ways, and I picked up her book second-hand, and absolutely (but not literally) devoured it. Then I wanted more. Finslippy was next. Then Julia. Then Laid-Off Dad. (I guess that's a 'daddy blog'...) I wonder why people look down on parenting blogs. I bet they'd look a lot further down on mine. These people are funny and interesting, and that's why I like to read about what's going on in their lives. So screw you, blog snobs!

I was in Glasgow yesterday for work, and I managed to sneak off for a bit to go to my favourite big art shop. I got markers and exciting new papers, and sketchbooks (O, how I love sketchbooks!) I also got a postcard, which just appealed to me.



When I got it home, I turned it over, and found it was by the same woman (Stella Marrs) as my ‘fond of books’ postcard I posted earlier. Who’d have thought, eh? Mind you, they’re quite similar in style, so I suppose people more observant than me might’ve. Oh well. Anyway, this is her website.
And I may or may not have just gone there and ordered a few more of them.
*looks innocent*

And this monstrosity of a ring was from the nice new ‘alternative’ clothing shop that’s opened up right next to the art shop. Staffed entirely by little folk. That's teenagers, not leprechauns, by the way.
I didn’t get a close-up look at it before I bought it, and when I noticed, it was too late to go and demand my money back.
Now, everybody play spot-the-flaw-that-enraged-me. Go on, you know you want to.