two totally separate points here – lest anyone should think i was about to be libby purves and attempt to link porridge and a woman who has secretly been running the UN for twenty years (or some other pair of mismatched people or items, purely because they are both on the same edition of midweek).
today’s search ‘pigeon cree’ has been my favourite ever – thank you, friend! (unless you were randomly looking for information on names of birds used in minority languages of north america in which case sorry and good luck with your search) i think of the writing of sid chaplin and the crees on allotments in my (not all that distant) youth and realise a very special time has gone. the father of my first girlfriend kept pigeons. i never much liked them – tho i am becoming fonder of the owner of my balcony ‘nemesis’ as we call him or her; gives my son someone to shout at who isn’t me.
and (as i said) separately: an essex man recently found out the true cost of avoiding identity theft when he followed his wife’s instructions to dispose of a pile of bank receipts and other confidential documents; he lit a bonfire and happily destroyed them; alomng iwth his car and his house – oh well at least nobody took £100 out of his bank account.