Beautiful plumage
Oct. 24th, 2005 01:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skylarkingMy dad called me on Friday night, all excited
Dad: They've found the first case on Bird Flu in a bird that died in quarantine. Guess what kind of bird it was.
Me: A duck?
Dad: No.
Me: A chicken?
Dad: No. It was a parrot.
You can imagine where we went with this –
"Are they sure it's dead and not just pining for the fjords?"
"It's shuffled of its mortal coil."
"If they hadn't nailed it to the perch it would be pushing up the daises!"
So I turned on the news on Saturday morning and sure enough, a parrot in quarantine had died of bird flu. I'll never know how the reporters kept straight faces while they were talking about it.
The next item was about children being bullied by mobile phone – a new phenomenon apparently. Then I turned over to an advert for new Bratz dolls (which I think are vile at the best of times) that have interchangeable heads so you can mix and match their outfits. I had to turn the telly off then. It was all too much to take first thing in the morning. The world's gone mad!
I dreamt about Joey McIntyre last night (my first real imaginary celebrity boyfriend, I was so in love with him when I was 13) he was going on some kind of finding yourself vision quest, which seemed to involve him driving around a lot. Then I dreamt that someone was trying to pull the duvet off me. At least there were no zombies making me miss the train this time!
But the best part of the weekend has to be the weird squirrel noises I heard yesterday. I went for a walk in the park and was passing a group of trees when I heard a really strange noise. It was like a cross between a bird chirping and a dog barking. So I wandered around looking in the trees trying to find whatever freaky bird was making the noise and I realised it was a squirrel, I'd never heard a squirrel make a sound like that!
So I went home, had a cup of tea and a chocolate muffin and fell asleep for a while. That's what Sundays are all about.
The word of the day is spoonerism
Dad: They've found the first case on Bird Flu in a bird that died in quarantine. Guess what kind of bird it was.
Me: A duck?
Dad: No.
Me: A chicken?
Dad: No. It was a parrot.
You can imagine where we went with this –
"Are they sure it's dead and not just pining for the fjords?"
"It's shuffled of its mortal coil."
"If they hadn't nailed it to the perch it would be pushing up the daises!"
So I turned on the news on Saturday morning and sure enough, a parrot in quarantine had died of bird flu. I'll never know how the reporters kept straight faces while they were talking about it.
The next item was about children being bullied by mobile phone – a new phenomenon apparently. Then I turned over to an advert for new Bratz dolls (which I think are vile at the best of times) that have interchangeable heads so you can mix and match their outfits. I had to turn the telly off then. It was all too much to take first thing in the morning. The world's gone mad!
I dreamt about Joey McIntyre last night (my first real imaginary celebrity boyfriend, I was so in love with him when I was 13) he was going on some kind of finding yourself vision quest, which seemed to involve him driving around a lot. Then I dreamt that someone was trying to pull the duvet off me. At least there were no zombies making me miss the train this time!
But the best part of the weekend has to be the weird squirrel noises I heard yesterday. I went for a walk in the park and was passing a group of trees when I heard a really strange noise. It was like a cross between a bird chirping and a dog barking. So I wandered around looking in the trees trying to find whatever freaky bird was making the noise and I realised it was a squirrel, I'd never heard a squirrel make a sound like that!
So I went home, had a cup of tea and a chocolate muffin and fell asleep for a while. That's what Sundays are all about.
The word of the day is spoonerism
