Pining For the Fjords

14 Jul 2014

Pining For the Fjords

(S)he’s not pining, (s)he’s passed on!

Naw, naw, naw, (s)he’s restin’. Remarkable bird, the Norwegian Blue. Beautiful plumage.

And etc. (Yes, I can regurgitate the entire thing. Don’t get me started.) I just wanted to ~~register a complaint~~ point out that assumptions of my demise, while entirely reasonable, are in fact erroneous.

'E's not pining, 'e's passed on. Ceased to be. Shuffled off this mortal coil and joined the bleedin' choir invisibule. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch it would be pushing up the daisies. This ... oh, you know the rest.

I have just had a truly colossal case of writer’s block. The kind you can see from outer space.

But I figured I could at least share this, because it makes me positively giddy (dreadful tinny sort of word … bound, vole, recidivist … sorry, I’m digressing again).

When I tell you that my gelding Spike’s registered name is, in fact, Norwegian Blue, you will begin to fathom the depth of my appreciation for a 50 foot fibreglass parrot in Potter’s Fields in London. Click the link already or I shall be forced to taunt you a second time.

Posted in stuff that amuses me, travel and tagged 50 ft fibreglass parrot, beautiful plumage, ex-parrot, fibreglass parrot, Graham Chapman is still dead, Monty Python, Monty Python Live (mostly), Monty Python parrot sketch, Monty Python reunion, Norwegian Blue, parrot sculpture, parrot sketch, pining for the fjords, Potter's Field London, Python, wake up Polly

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Rodney's Saga on July 15, 2014 at 4:31 AM said:

One of my cats is Arthur, King of the Kittens.

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