Birdy Num Num
For a reasonably long period of time, this was pretty much my only friend:
He used to sit on my window-sill and scrounge buns. I would give him one bun a day, and that seemed like a reasonable arrangement. After a while he took to pecking the glass to get my attention… this wasn’t quite so reasonable because he would dribble and wound up spittling all over the place. Bit of a hassle. Bit messy etc.
Eventually he turned up with a load of his rowdy mates, so I was forced to ward them off with a water pistol… and that was the end of that.
The next year though he was back, and this time had learned not to bring loads of interlopers. One bun a day. Reasonable arrangement.
One day he turned up with a load of cactussy little flower things that he left for me - I planted them and they grew into a fairly big pot-planty thing, so that was cool.
Anyway - Birdy Num Num - named after the one in the Peter Sellers movie. If you see him, say yo.
PS:
After a while I kindof befriended the guy in the video shop as well… well, I used to say “how’s it going” whenever I went in there, which was a couple of days a week. That’s more than I talked to anyone else around that time.
When I left that neighbourhood I thought I’d go and say bye etc… it had be seven years afterall… so I went and rented my last video… and said “This will be the last one, I’m off to New Zealand in a couple of days”…
“Don’t nick it” he said.
And that was that. Birdy Num Num was actually the better friend of the two I think.
