Norfolk is a long way away from anywhere, and if I were you, I shouldn't start from here. By the time you get to the outskirts of Cromer, any distinctions between science, beachcombing, social commentary, writing and animal husbandry have started to blur. When the process is complete, you know you've arrived at the End Of The Pier Show. So, welcome. Find somewhere to park your unicycle. Pull up a girrafe chair. Make yourself comfortable.

Monday, October 4, 2010

It Has Not Escaped Our Notice #493

A debt of gratitute, the approbation of readers, and an OOFTUG to Ms. M. P. of Cromer for spotting this slice of life like wot she is lived here in Norfolk. Whether the cockerels made someone's day is not recorded.

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