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Our Neighbour's Cock
Ailz comes downstairs from the bedroom. "When you go back up," she says, "Take a look at our neighbour's cock."
"What?"
"He's put a cock in his garden."
It's not a herm of course, though that would have been unimpeachably classical. Our bedroom commands a fine view of next door's garden and what's there that wasn't there yesterday is a life-sized model of a rooster. Ailz reckons it'll light up at night- that it's a solar cock- but I've squinnied at it through the telephoto on my camera and I think it's just a metal sculpture- painted black with white speckles. Come nightfall and we'll see who's right...
"A solar cock"- what a thought!
It gives me ideas I'd never dare execute. Not in suburban Eastbourne, anyway.....
"What?"
"He's put a cock in his garden."
It's not a herm of course, though that would have been unimpeachably classical. Our bedroom commands a fine view of next door's garden and what's there that wasn't there yesterday is a life-sized model of a rooster. Ailz reckons it'll light up at night- that it's a solar cock- but I've squinnied at it through the telephoto on my camera and I think it's just a metal sculpture- painted black with white speckles. Come nightfall and we'll see who's right...
"A solar cock"- what a thought!
It gives me ideas I'd never dare execute. Not in suburban Eastbourne, anyway.....
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