Wounded bovines are being re-touched and returned to the parade.
Real live cow spotted in Manchester! So they shot it.
There was supposed to be a cow at the big Asda out by Sportcity, but it’s not been put up yet. The same goes for the ones on Tib Street and Lever Street. They were all meant to be in place by the 5th.
The bovine terrorists have started attacking two year olds. Fearing for my safety, I headed off to get the Wythenshawe and Airport Moos. The shiney new Forum is very impressive, but if it needs to have the lights on on a day as bright as this then there’s something wrong.
I’ve never actually flown out of Manchester Airport, only gone to drop people off and pick them up. And I’ve only ever gone there via the M56, so I got lost trying to cycle from Wythenshawe to Ringway. But it was a nice kind of lost, particularly on a day this sunny. I managed to get six of the seven cows, Alphadite is airside and I really didn’t want to piss off Police with guns. If anyone’s flying out of Manchester before September can they try to get me a picture please.
And then I went to pay homage to Concorde, seeing as I was in the area. I also found the cutest little Vampire. I think I want one.
With only some forms to fill out (and some tuition to pay), the first year of my HNC is now over. The fact that I’ve been given Summer projects suggests that they want me back, which is nice. I’m going to have to slot them in between my own Summer projects, though. Project 1 is Get a Job, but, failing that, I’m going to aim for setting myself a goal per week and seeing how many I can achieve. An ongoing goal is to get a week’s worth of Deputised Experts and Mary Tales done each week, so that when webcomicsnation finally goes online I’ll have a big healthy buffer of ready material. Other projects include learning enough Flash to do an interactive cow map, cycling- and documenting- the length of the Ship Canal, getting pictures for the Look Up, Look Down, series of walk guides around the city centre and aiming for a hundred miles a week on my bike ready for next year’s Bogle.
One cow I found yesterday-
And the view from the window about twenty minutes ago-
Is there a word, I wonder, for turning up to a meeting despite knowing from experience that the other party isn’t going to appear, but you have to go because you never know, this time they may turn up. Or, (slightly) less complicated, someone who is so consistently unreliable that they’re unreliability has become something you can rely on. It’s all turning into my own version of Waiting for Godot only without the beatings and suicide attempts.
Anyway, that’s what I spent yesterday afternoon doing. At least it was sunny and I got a few cow shots.
It’s taken a while to transfer all the cow pictures Damian and I took on Saturday to the gallery and get them labelled. I’m still only a third of the way through the whole herd as well. Ickle has spotted that a few have already been vandalised, which is annoying but not unexpected.
AK47, as he calls himself, has removed a Tracy Emin pink neon sign called Just Love Me from outside the Hackney Empire theatre in east London…….he said: “It’s the tackiest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s just held together by a few nails. No joiner would let it out of his workshop.”
Yesterday I was pondering getting a real live cow and leaving it in a pen in Piccadilly Gardens. But I decided it would be cruel because it would confuse the Scallies too much.
I’ve been working on the wackier of my CowParade proposals all day. I don’t know what the rules are on displaying the designs before the results have been announced, so I won’t. But I can say that I need to go away and make ‘Welcome to Cow Town’ sign in Illustrator now.