Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

YES, IT FITS!!!
I was worried that title wouldn’t fit in the box and I’d have had to put in a crummier title.
We did it.
Mum popped into the bank before they closed. Then we picked up her new glasses and then we popped into WHSmith to find White Tack because you can’t pin things up in your room at Uni. and if you damage the wall (e.g. by Blu Tack (Though I’d prefer to think of it as Blue Tack as that’s how I’ve always imagined it being spelt)). I asked someone at school once why they used White Tack and not Blu Tack and they said that White Tack didn’t rip off the paint when you pulled it off. While we were there we were about to stock up on other things too but then mum remembered I had a whole stash of WHSmith vouchers from several years of Christmases and birthdays so we decided to go back later, though we kept the White Tack and I spied a packet of Bassets Jelly Babies too, which we got and ate on the train. They haven’t changed much, though most of the faces were quite deformed, either lacking a face or looking rabid, rabid Jelly Babies .
We had a bit of searching to find 183 Euston Road. We had just over an hour to locate the Purple Jelly Baby. We went in and asked the man who checked our bags because of security risks but he didn’t seem to know about it. We decided to look for it anyway. We went up in the lift to the first floor and looked around and suddenly, there it was. I suspected it’d be made of glass but nope, it was polyurethane (You can thank mum for remembering the name and Microsoft spellchecker for the spelling) a kind of plastic. It was great. The rest of what we saw ranged from shiver inducing (Like a Chinese torture chair consisting of sharp blades everywhere you’d put your flesh ), to gruesome (Preserved hearts), to just plain weird and the odd cute thing (A stuffed shrew, the smallest breed of shrew). We went back to look at the Jelly baby again, it’s one of nine. Now we both wish we could have our own one Mum’s would be green but mine would have to be blue. We were happy, we only went to see the Jelly Baby.
We went to Euston Station and ended up eating fish and chips at a table, out of a box . That’s a strange concept for me because I’m used to chips out of paper, it was an interesting change, and the chips were good too, nice and crispy. There were pigeons inside the station but they were all limping because they either had toes missing or an entire foot. I wonder what causes that to happen, I’ve seen it on a lot of pigeons and it makes me feel sat because it must hurt them when their toes and/or feet are removed, however they’re removed. That’s why I’m always thrilled to see a pigeon with all four toes and nice pink feet.
At the platform at Euston, while we were waiting for our train mum spotted a mouse and then I saw it too. I was amazed. When I was little we made a game of spotting mice on the tracks but it’s been so long since I’ve seen any that I thought they’d been whipped out because people think they’re vermin. I was thrilled to see it, it brought back happy memories from my childhood of “can you see any mice?” “No.” “Look look! There’s one! Can you see it?” “No…wait, yes I can, there it goes,” and so on.
Then, at Finsbury Park we were looking out for them again and saw another one. They’re so tiny and so fast and they’re colour is so perfect that you can’t see them until they move. I was so happy. That’s about it really.
It was certainly a fun day out, though I forgot to bring my camera with me, even though I thought to myself “Take your camera” and forgot and neither of us had our phones to take a picture of it with which was a shame but I can find a reasonable one online but I've forgotten how I loaded pictures before but I remember it was a lot of hastle so I'm afraid you'll have to find it yourselves at this address at the moment until I can load a picture. Sorry about that.

www.wellcome.ac.uk/node6500.html

Here are some of it's brothers that I've also found;

www.blindart.net/.../2006?page=8&contentId=3455

Cute aren't they .

Bluebiird out.