I am constantly fascinated by the array of personal possessions that are strewn across our streets and parks. Almost impossible to walk anywhere in London without seeing enough lost property to comfortably kit out a jumble sale! One day a much worn/loved belonging, the next day just mere debris... Totally understand how a child might lose a glove – hardly high on a pint-sized person’s list of priorities, but a man’s shoe?!? And just how on earth did it get there; the story behind its desertion, that’s what I want to know!!!
Mawkish token of affection which obviously didn’t have the desired effect on the recipient – consider yourself dumped...literally!
When I initially spotted these ‘Lost’ posters for Charlie the Parrot dotted around The Common, the obvious reaction was one of pity, I mean London hardly has the ideal climate for exotic imports from sunnier spots, plus there’s all those manky pigeons to contend with! But on closer inspection Charlie is clearly a character best avoided - "Do not approach"?!? No tangling with this feathered friend. Whereabouts unknown and maybe with good reason!
Boat drinks Charlie the Parrot and Charlie Bucket!
