Picnic at Wilson Street

Our neighbour threw bread on his roof this morning, as dozens of sparrows discovered. It reminds me of my teenage years when a friend used to write a list on his arm of the address of local parties he had heard about at the pub. He would share the information with friends as we left, in case anyone wanted to check them out. Alas this behaviour has morphed into serious gate crashing events in the 50 years since the....