Like many people, I love a nice walk through a park. Unlike many people, Beacon Hill Park does not like me walking through it. Recent examples...
SPLAT! Ugh! I'm hit! May Day! May Day!
Fucking shithawks!
Look at them... sitting up there, so smug, above me and ignoring my fist shaking! I give them a good telling off anyways and tried to make the most of the white streak down my black sleeve.
Honestly though, if I was a seagull, I'd be doing the exact same thing. ;-)
Onwards I go, walk for a while... Suddenly I hear: CRA-WRAAACK!!! LOOK OUT!! HEADS UP!!!
SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!
WTF was that?!
Oh...
Fortunately, the ball didn't come too close but close enough for me to wonder why the hell do I visit this park?
Between the above and previous years of 'fun', which includes: stepping into fresh, and I mean still steaming, horseshit... while wearing sandals; tripping face first and completely into a duck pond and being followed around by a very vocal and very horny donkey... the place is a Bermuda Triangle of bad luck and embarrassment for me.
On the brightside, the view is inspiring (eh, Jayne?).
SPLAT! Ugh! I'm hit! May Day! May Day!
Fucking shithawks!
Look at them... sitting up there, so smug, above me and ignoring my fist shaking! I give them a good telling off anyways and tried to make the most of the white streak down my black sleeve.
Honestly though, if I was a seagull, I'd be doing the exact same thing. ;-)
Onwards I go, walk for a while... Suddenly I hear: CRA-WRAAACK!!! LOOK OUT!! HEADS UP!!!
SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!
WTF was that?!
Oh...
Fortunately, the ball didn't come too close but close enough for me to wonder why the hell do I visit this park?
Between the above and previous years of 'fun', which includes: stepping into fresh, and I mean still steaming, horseshit... while wearing sandals; tripping face first and completely into a duck pond and being followed around by a very vocal and very horny donkey... the place is a Bermuda Triangle of bad luck and embarrassment for me.
On the brightside, the view is inspiring (eh, Jayne?).
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That made me laugh so much, thanks. They say being pooped on by a bird is good luck, so you should be very lucky.
ReplyDeleteI am once again amazed at how English where you live looks. The cricket pavilion especially. You should go there, there may be hunky men and beer. Beer definitely.
What an incredible landscape.
ReplyDeleteThe best laugh today! Great shots, too! If bird poop means good luck you'll probably win the lottery soon!
ReplyDeletetoo funny...the birds dropping a little tidbit on you and the chances of that happening???
ReplyDeletebeautiful place and i see why you came back again.
have a wonderful evening.
Ha, great photo and even better the kit fits in a car!
ReplyDeleteOverall a nice place for a walk;) I liked the last photo best.
ReplyDeleteI don't know Ms. Toast Burner....but if I see you walking down the street don't take it personal if I cross to the other side. Just a matter of self preservation you understand.
ReplyDeleteWonderful shots. I like the kiteboarder.
ReplyDeleteIt does look beautiful, but surely there are safer places for you to enjoy the local nature.
ReplyDeleteOh what a great post. Oh how I lolled. Go back again tomorrow, we need more laffs!
ReplyDeleteYou gotta watch out for the birds on this island. I was sitting in my car one day and got "rained" on by a flock of gulls, what a mess! Anyway, good for the hair I'm told.
ReplyDeleteBeing pooped uopon from above is said to be lucky, Not sure if that applies to a backside over a window sill or not...thinking of Breughel's picture of the chappy crapping on the world....it does seem however that going to the park is turning into an obstacle race for you. Maybe yu should wear full football gear?
ReplyDeleteI guess you had a very interesting day...I smiles reading your post.
ReplyDeleteNow imagine if you lived in Kenya or something... lions, snakes... Bird poop and baseballs ain't bad. Vancouver is gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteSteaming? With sandals? Not a good image first thing in the morning :) At least horses don't fly...
ReplyDeletelol!
ReplyDelete'Good luck,' 'great for the hair,' 'how lucky'... MY ASS, people!
Mog, I'm cool being men and beer and cricket-free, for the moment. Actually, if I ever watch a full game of cricket, you may use me for archery practise!
Jayne - even the board?! I've come up with a solution to my wetsuit phobia. I'll get one and on it paint a most perfect body. haha!
Bogey and Rob... just... you... wait...
Seems to me I'm stuck between two choices of the picture in my head. Do I go with you covered from shoulder to toe in bird shit .....or in a painted wet suit? Nah.... no contest! ;-)
ReplyDeleteWell Neil... I'll assume it's the lucky bird shit image that you hold in yer heid as you know what depravities I'm capable of with a paint brush.
ReplyDelete;-)
Isn't it good luck to get shit on by a bird??
ReplyDeletelol I had a pigeon poop on my head years ago...and well, I'm still waiting for my luck to change.
Perhaps you should find somewhere less perilous, although hopefully the sparrowhawks will be more considerable after getting a piece of your mind. What did you do to get a horny donkey to follow you?!
ReplyDeleteWhy J, are you looking tips? ;-)
ReplyDeleteShithawks, LOL!
ReplyDeleteAs a female you want to beware of those stray balls.. ;)