Lifes small tragedies ....

Just as the lonely busker got his first adoring fan, sat at his feet hanging on his every note, a bald bloke with a concealed gun held him up for his guitar ...

Not really but i had a choice of two shots today, this one and one of three pigeons fighting over a piece of mouldy bread. Seeing as i then managed to hit the victorious pigeon on the head with a fag end causing it to run in comedy circles, slight guilt prevents me from blipping that one.

(And before any self righteous sods berate me for littering, yes i then picked the fag end up and binned it. If anyone wants to berate me for abusing pigeons, get a life they are diseased ridden rats with wings)