Ok, here are two strange things:
1. I saw a whole flock of long-tailed tits in Gordon Square Gardens. These little birds are supposed to reside mostly in forests, and conifer forests at that, though – my bird guide says – they will venture into suburban gardens at times. Excuse me? Since when is Bloomsbury a suburban garden or a conifer forest?
I then heard what sounded like a parakeet – not the full-on squawk they do, but something more like that wittering you might hear from them if they’re a bit bothered. I looked up to see a crow attacking a bird with a long, sharply squared-off tail. Only saw the underside, which was pale. Could’ve been a kestrel, maybe, or some other raptor – there have been sightings around Senate House, I think – so, was hard to be sure.
Anyway, how delightfully ridiculous. The Wild invading the City.
2. Not so delightful. A young woman handing out leaflets, the gusset of her shiny tights halfway down her thighs, which wouldn’t matter, except that she was wearing a t-shirt that ended mid-hip length a la Lady Ga Ga. Oh dear. Ga ga indeed.