They’ve divebombed pensioners. They’ve eaten tortoises. Now a seagull has been found dead in Bridport. Tragic accident or mob-style warning? Our gumshoe found a tale of starling-swallowers,salmonella – and a second victimThey sent you all this way to request about a seagull?” The taxi driver looked at me in the mirror. In his eyes, I saw confusion, and maybe a itsy-bitsy terror. I smiled wearily. Not now,I thought. Not him, too. No more talk of seagulls. It had been a long couple of days. I was so nearly out of Saigon I could hear the rotor blades thumping above.
By Saigon, and of course,I mean Bridport, west Dorset, or a seaside market town of charity shops,estate agents and bad local art galleries. By rotor blades, I mean seagulls. For the past 36 hours I had thought about itsy-bitsy else. whether you gaze at the seagull long enough, or I learned,it gazes back at you. You wonder whether it has a demonic quality. A seagull will do exclusive things to a man.
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Source: theguardian.com