Cuttlefish – Mon 10th Nov

When I was a kid, whenever we were taken to the seaside and my mum would see a cuttlebone she’d pick it up and pocket it, proclaiming knowingly “it’s good for the budgie”. Come to think of it, most of these occasions happened after the budgie had died… but I suppose she gave it to my nan or someone else with a pet bird. Anyway, cuttlebones, as you probably know, are the porous internal shells of cuttlefish, used as a buoyancy aid. They often get washed up on the beach, especially after storms. But what I want to know is, how come if they are so common you never see whole cuttlefish washed up too? What happens to the rest of the body? I mean I suppose they all get eaten but this makes me wonder, do all the fish in the sea get together before a gathering storm and say ‘hey lads, storm’s a gatherin’, its cuttlefish for supper tonight’? Or for that matter, if cuttlebones are so good for budgies then how come these bits don’t get eaten by the fish too? Maybe what’s good for budgies isn’t so good for fish?

Knockers – Fri 31st Oct

So I’m walking down the road having just photographed this particularly scuzzy building and i hear a voice in a doorway calling out “You looking for the knocking shop mate?” so i look into the doorway and there’s this big bloke walking out on to the street and he continues “cos it’s just down there just past the bins, ere, you going to take pictures of the clients as they come out? Could be a nice little earner” so I tell him I might just go home and pick up a fishing stool so i can be a bit more comfy while I wait and he says “Yeah my mate lives just across the road from them on the top floor and he says you wouldn’t believe what goes on in there, the Police know and everything and they’ve got a proper website. What’s it called?” he says to the other guy now coming out into the sunshine but the other guy can’t remember and i suggest knocking on the door and asking them if they need publicity shots and so it goes on. I had to take their picture didn’t I?

Another day like the South of France. Halloween too. Hottest since records began apparently.

Stones of the day include a wounded heart and a hamburger. Ah the poetry…