Thursday, 27 August 2009

Well, it doesn't feel very lucky

I was sitting on the grass outside the Tate Modern at lunchtime, with my book, looking at one of my fellow al fresco readers.

I was thinking how, with her copy of Daphne Du Maurier's The Birds and her empty packet of chicken sandwich, she was pretty much asking to be attacked by pigeons.

Five minutes later, it was I who had been ornithologically shat on, both literally and metaphorically.

That's showbiz, as Alfred Hitchcock would almost certainly not have said.


Anonymous said...

A bird once managed the amazing feat of shatting right in to my crisp packet; i didn't know whether to be disgusted or impressed.

Miss Jones said...

Hmm, I see what you mean - both wretched and amazing. Mrs Jones once had a sandwich snatched out of her very hand by a seagull in Lyme Regis. She was incensed.