My tip for 2005: buy a parrot. Why? Well, I shall tell you ....
I always find it amusing to observe all the desperate people anxiously transcribing their ludicrous "to do" lists on to creased and dog-eared sheets of foolscap paper. Personally, I never write anything down, since I assume that if the item has not clamped itself irremovably upon my mind like a limpet shell upon a seaside rock then it obviously wasn't very important to begin with.
If I am absolutely forced to record something for later recollection, I carefully impart the gist of whatever it is to my pet parrot Elton, who will then repeat it back to me at regular intervals from his perch upon my left shoulder. And so my daily grind is often interrupted by squawked sentences such: "Polly want a cracker. Pick up laundry. Sandra is a big fat cow. Buy milk. Pieces of eight. Polly want a cracker. Where the hell did I put that pen. Pick up Eliza from airport. Polly want a cracker. Shut up you stupid bird. Pick up laundry ..."
Who needs a daily-planner when you have a loyal parrot?
I had a budgerigar once. It didn't talk. That will teach me for getting cheap Australian birds.
Posted by: Monjo | December 31, 2004 at 06:11
Do parrots shovel snow?
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | January 01, 2005 at 11:30