I went up to Cambridge this weekend. As always we had a good time. Jed joined his church, Cambridge Presbyterian, and I wanted to see him join. Whenever churches have new members join it reminds me how God really does call us to live in community with other Christians.
There's a man in Cambridge who puts on a little show on the weekends. He doesn't play an instrument, juggle, or stand still, rather he puts on this dog costume--well, it's more like a Native American wolf skin get-up and climbs into a self made cardboard dog house with hot pink and hot green cutouts. He's in the above pictures. When you put money in his little canister he comes out of his dog house and either does a little dance or tries to grab your leg. He also scratches himself, wags his tail, and acts like a regular dog. He doesn't bark. You probably have to give him 5 quid or something to make him bark. He was wearing a silver bell around his neck to get in the holiday spirit. For some strange reason I really like to watch this guy. Sometimes bend down so that I can get a good look at him. I haven't given him any money. One time Jed and I saw him putting on his dog costume and getting in his box. I wonder what he does during the day. I wonder if he has a "normal job" too. Sometimes he scares little children. Sometimes he scares Jed. I bet that this guy makes loads more money than the people who sell the Big Issues.
There's a man in Cambridge who puts on a little show on the weekends. He doesn't play an instrument, juggle, or stand still, rather he puts on this dog costume--well, it's more like a Native American wolf skin get-up and climbs into a self made cardboard dog house with hot pink and hot green cutouts. He's in the above pictures. When you put money in his little canister he comes out of his dog house and either does a little dance or tries to grab your leg. He also scratches himself, wags his tail, and acts like a regular dog. He doesn't bark. You probably have to give him 5 quid or something to make him bark. He was wearing a silver bell around his neck to get in the holiday spirit. For some strange reason I really like to watch this guy. Sometimes bend down so that I can get a good look at him. I haven't given him any money. One time Jed and I saw him putting on his dog costume and getting in his box. I wonder what he does during the day. I wonder if he has a "normal job" too. Sometimes he scares little children. Sometimes he scares Jed. I bet that this guy makes loads more money than the people who sell the Big Issues.
Busy week at work this week. I have to do my first set of reference calls. I'm referencing the managing directors for a european venture manager. Should be interesting. I like doing new things at work and am glad that they trust me to do reference calls solo.
I'm going to bed as soon as my laundry finishes washing. Ah, it's so nice having a washing machine in my flat. I didn't have one on Inman STreet or in Pimlico.
3 comments:
You better believe I'm scared of a grown man who makes his livelihood by sitting in a cardboard box and scratching pretend fleas. There's an old saying back home to describe such an individual and it goes something like this: "All his puppies ain't barking."
p.s. great pictures!
cb- found your blog! it's so fun to see what you're up to. we still miss you and think of you often... sarah f.
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