There's an old chap I sometimes see by the cenotaph on Regents Circus. He stands there, breadcrumbs in hand, and allows pidgeons to clamber all over him, and I do mean, all over. He is swamped by the birds clamouring for his limited supply of titbits. Not my idea of fun, but each to their own.

I was passing his favourite spot the other day and noticed a crowd of hungry pidgeons milling around a pile of breadcrumbs on the ground. Hang on... Have they eaten Pidgeon Man? Oh no!

One of Lifes Little Struggles

Like today, yesterday was pretty dismal as far as weather goes. Just outside the library entrance is a bus stop on a dedicated bus lane seperated from the road by metal railings. Buses come and go, picking up and dropping off, all day long.

A small red one looking rather like a hatchback sped down the lane and rejoined the main road without so much as a signal. Obviously there weren't any passengers aboard or waiting for his route. Somehow I don't think the driver had any intention of stopping.

There were however passengers waiting for another route. One was a grim looking lady who yelling down her mobile phone. Apparently she's with someone and doesn't want this other persons attention. Given her demeanour, one wonders how she manages to attract anyone, but there was the obligatory infant trapped in a little buggy.

Once upstairs I booked my computer, chose a book to read, and sat down in the lounge area until my slot came about. Although I couldn't hear that formidable valkyrie below, I could see her there, yelling and gesticulating in frantic and angered attempts to get her point across.

Then I noticed just around the corner, a young lad doing pretty much the same into his phone. You had to see it to believe it. Talk about dependence on mobiles.

Eventually the lads other girlfriend turned up, he rang off abruptly, and the pair walked around the corner.... Oh dear. This is not going to be pleasant.

I put the book down. Life can be so much more entertaining.