Those pelicans again. There's four that live in the park. Three are pink, one is white. Got talking to a toothless old guy who knew all about them, particularly the one in the foreground, who he called William. He's naughty apparently, disrupting the Queen's parade, chasing school girls into ladies lavatories, and escaping to Leicester Square so the police had to bring him back in a police van. I enjoyed talking to this toothless chap.
Very chilly, not much sun. Played
Miles Davis' On The Corner album, which I love, for all its punk-funk, coke-addled, wah-wah trumpet, Stockhausen-inspired fetid craziness.
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