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My Lucky Day

Today is my lucky day, apparently.

Not because I was nearly late for work because I couldn't bear to drag myself out of bed this morning.

Not even because the meeting that was scheduled for 9.15 actually started at 9.30 because the people coming in were held up by cancelled trains.

It wasn't because I managed to find a clean mug and make a cup of tea, and thereby the meeting took a turn for the better and we might make some money out of these guys.

None of those reasons make it my lucky day.

What does make it my lucky day?

The fact that as I was crouched on the ground, taking a photograph of a lock on a set of bars, a pigeon, high up in a nearby tree, crapped on my head.

Which is supposed to be lucky.

I'm not sure why, but it is.

I think I might go walk under some ladders, break a few mirrors, and perhaps walk in front of a few black cats, while going round the office opening umbrellas indoors.

Just for luck.

January 7, 2004 in London Life | Permalink


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The only time that's happened to me was when I was wearing my (then) girlfriend's brother's new denim jacket. He wasn't too happy, so I had to marry his sister.

(OK, not exactly but I was 15 and he was a surly 18... I feared the worst)

Posted by: Gordon | Jan 7, 2004 1:26:48 PM

Shall I send a lone magpie over? They're an anti-social lot round here. Always in ones, never in pairs. It does nothing for my street cred to be seen saluting the buggers all the time...

Posted by: Daisy | Jan 7, 2004 1:32:43 PM

Sorry - still laughing, I don't mean to be a bitch but it does come naturally. Besides it gave you this cool white stripe in your burgundy hair - lol

Posted by: S | Jan 7, 2004 1:45:27 PM

LOL! Don't you just hate it when that happens?

Posted by: Courtney | Jan 7, 2004 4:26:04 PM

Looks more like the fates were looking the wrong way today and Loki the trickster was out in full force.

Posted by: Michael | Jan 7, 2004 7:13:34 PM

A mate went to a rugby world-cup match in Wollongong and there were thousands of seagulls on the pitch. The bloke next to him was whining about the risk of being crapped on so my mate said "No chance" and held out his hands for a few minutes - palm up. The other bloke reluctantly agreed and held his hands out too - so a seagull crapped on his head....

Posted by: ozguru | Jan 7, 2004 11:47:09 PM

This has never happened to me, even though I sometimes deliberately walk through Trafalgar Square willing one of the little bleeders to do it.

In Venice I was almost savaged by a mob of them in St Marks Square whilst feeding them, but even then the Italian ones chose not to use me as a loo.

This will be blogged now on my blog now, as there's bound to be some trainspotting anorak who visits my site who will know the answer as to why it is lucky.

If any trainspotting anoraks get here from my blog - sorry - I didn't mean to call you a trainspotting anorak - it's a joke, who am I to call people trainspotting anoraks?

Posted by: Annie Mole | Jan 8, 2004 2:23:37 AM

It's lucky becuase afterwards you think, bloody hell it's lucky cows don't fly

Posted by: Huwge | Jan 8, 2004 9:31:54 AM

Daisy - we have a family of 6 magpies who terrorise our neighbourhood, I'll happily club a couple and post them down...

Huwge - they don't?!

Posted by: Gordon | Jan 8, 2004 10:22:41 AM

Gordon - I knew things had been progressing with gene technology in the UK, but this shakes me - I must buy a new umbrella before my next visit

Posted by: Huwge | Jan 8, 2004 10:51:33 AM

Yes please Gordon! But don't hit them too hard. Could you not lassoo them, pop them in a nice comfy little cage and put them on the back of your bike for the trip?

Posted by: Daisy | Jan 8, 2004 10:22:28 PM

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