Flying parrot

A photo-free day today, more's the pity, so here's one I made earlier. It was taken after the children's parade at the start of last month as we walked wearily towards our lunch after traipsing around the streets of Brighton for a couple of hours - in Madge and Marni's case dressed as zebras, if memory serves. There was so much colour and noise and childish excitement around that it would have been easy to miss this parrot and I reckon I might well have done so if she hadn't been screaming quite so loud as she flew higher and higher. It would be better if you could see a bit more detail on her costume, I suppose, but I quite like the shapes created by the ropes, struts and vapour trails.

Geriatric shape-cutter

This guy's a proper character. He was dancing to the crap-pop that was blaring out of the speakers at the end of the Children's Parade - apparently he does the same every year. He clearly takes his dancing pretty seriously - I was watching him for a good five minutes and he didn't smile or acknowledge my presence once, but then he didn't seem to mind having his photograph taken either, so I'm not complaining. His dancing style is best described as geriatric shape-cutting I suppose. It consists mainly of chopping the air and shuffling around a half beat or so behind the music. I suspect he used to be more mobile than he is these days but he's certainly game, I'll give him that - and you've got to love that outfit haven't you?

Children's Parade banner

Yesterday's Children's Parade was the usual riot of colour and noise and juvenile jostling. There was almost too much going on to see decent shots when they presented themselves but I think I got a few - depending what else comes up in the coming days I'll post some here. In these parsimonious times it's also a real treat to eat out for lunch, even if it was just greasy fish and chips from the Honeyclub and a couple of pints of Kronenburg, so all told it was a good day.