Don't feed the pigeons, they may attack

Now that is more like it. I was beginning to despair. So far this morning, the first of the 100 day run, we have had a lady in white T-shirt, black trousers (although they could have been jeans – the quality of the video feed means that I will probably always assume that jeans are black trousers) and trainers, followed by a bloke in a red t-shirt and Khaki shorts, followed by a lady in a summery black and white striped dress, followed by a lady in a brown jacket and a yadda yadda yadda.

Yawn.

I thought that there was going to be some really interesting clothing going on here. At 1pm on the first day, my prayers have been answered though. We have a town crier. He has the full regalia and is doing the whole “shout a message at the top of my voice” thing going on. Very good.

Basically, I wanted to know what people are going to wear, and I think we can comfortably assume that from the sample given so far, it is going to be 4/5 normal. And why not. My personal day to day clothing ideal would be to have 7 identical sets of clothing, one for each day of the week. I find choosing clothes to be tedious in the extreme and I really need some help here. I suspect that I may end up going down the route of delegating my clothing choices to my long suffering wife. She is used to dressing small children and shouldn’t have too much difficulty with me.

Somebody did suggest that I dress up as a pigeon.

The less said about that the better.

Some of the things that have been done on the plinth so far have been more interesting than the clothing. We have had NSPCC awareness, someone releasing balloons with messages, an artist (very interesting actually because her easel wouldn’t stay upright – it was too windy), and the aforementioned town crier. Plinther number 2 let the side down a bit (red T-shirt and khaki shorts) because he just stood there looking really embarrassed. I would like to think that I will be slightly better prepared than that.

18 days to go now, and this is starting to look a bit more real. Whatever I end up doing I am going to have to think about the wind.

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