Picking through the trash in the garbage bin of life.
Saturday, 5 September 2009
I am sure I spotted Belinda Neal today
I was walking through town, returning to the office from a sweaty meeting in an under air-conditioned room, when I was certain I nearly bumped into Belinda Neal. Now it may be that her itinerary proves that she was elsewhere today, such as in Canberra, but if that is the case, then I ran into her dead ringer on the footpath.
I was so, so tempted to shout, "Do you know who I am?" just to test the waters.
I'm sure it must be her though. She was holding the body of a pigeon in one hand, and was chewing its freshly bitten-off head.