26. Location, location, location. It’s all about getting built in the right spot: a place where you can stand proud and flash your façade at the world.
27. There is a message: it’s hidden in those sideways dashes.
28. And this building insisted I take it’s picture. “Go on.” It said. “Just one picture. Give me a reason why not.” “…!”
29. “Follow the streetlamps: they’ll show you how to get to where you need to be.
30. …And there are those parts of the city that arrange themselves like this…
31. Are those stairs, or are those the teeth of the lesser-bleached shoe muncher?
32. It’s the middle of the day, and there’s not a soul in sight. Where are they all hiding, and what are they doing in those hidden spaces?
33. The bricks at the bottom said: “Enjoy that sun while you can, it’s on the way down.”
34. The Sun makes everything look just right. I cannot imagine anything other than the brick red, the orange, and thoe slices of green.
35. The tower blocks chatted about the usual things: the sky, the water, the cyclists and dogs with their pet owners, and of course, the humans living inside them.
36. “Set me free!” Cried the triple-winged butterfly. “I want to go home. It’s almost time for my favourite game show.”
37. Team Yellow was, not surprisingly, completely out-oranged. They lost the game 79 – 0. It was painful, but thoroughly entertaining.
38. “These stripes have got nothing to do with a design or a plan, man. I’m just a stripy kind of lady: that’s my nature.”
39. The wall refused to tell the grass what it saw on the other side. This led to a season long freeze in their relationship. On a fine and sunny afternoon, the wall asked the grass, and the grass asked the wall: “What are we quarelling about again?” Neither could remember and they remained quiet for a few moments. Eventually the wall broke the silence when it said: “You know, there’s this really weird truck coming along. Its wheels are yellow, and the cab is made out of cabbages. Honest! And the trailer part, well that’s…”
40. Who does it think it’s fooling, trying to act like a regular place where regular people come to eat? We know better: all those late night chirps and bleeps, and those radio signals thrown towards some deep space listener.
41. The giant berries ran into the first building they found and tried to blend in. But you know how it is with berries: it didn’t take long for them to start asking if people were impressed with their size and all round juiciness.
42. “Look, I like my curve the way it is, and there’s nothing you or any other tree can say to change my opinion. So you might as well accept that and let us move on to a new level in our relationship.”
43. The Orange Brothers stood to attention whenever people passed by. They also stood to attention to make sure they were standing to attention in the case that some one might pass by. In truth, the Orange Brothers spent most of their time standing to attention.
44. The façades certainly did like their zigging and zagging.
45. The police didn’t realise that the balconies were the ones switching up and down in the middle of the night. Of course this led to certain neighbourly objects ending up in the wrong place, which in turn led to the neighbours accusing each other of petty theft et cetera. That’s when the police were called in. And quite naturally, the balconies were not going to tell anyone what they were up to!
46. The bicycles couldn’t say they weren’t warned. After their third daylight incident of cycling around town without a rider, the judge ordered them to be kept in a locked shed. The bicycles wept and ground their sprockets, but failed to impress the judge. “If you wish…” She said, “…I can have you dismantled and sold off as spare parts.” The bicycles stopped crying.
47. The musical arrangement of the neighbourhood bits and pieces gives me a reason to stop and take a look.
48. The Knights of the Fluorescent Vests traded their horses in for bicycles. “Less temperamental…” was the general consensus among the brave men* and women of the order. *some of the Knights were known to have been pet dogs masquerading as men.
49. The yellow sunscreens were miffed at not getting a front row position on the southern façade. “We ain’t complaining as such…” They said, “…but according to Rainbow rules and regulations, yellow comes before green.” The Building Commissioners sighed and advised the yellow sunscreens to turn their thinking the other way around. The Head Building Commissioner removed a pair of of sunglasses from his breast pocket and put them on. Then he plucked a lollipop out of thin air and stuck it in his mouth. I have to say the man looked like a movie star—with mirror slick hair and a fast tongue. “Now listen to me you yellow flipflaps, you’re going to love your position on the building. And if you can’t do that, then we’ll roll you up and dump your sorry canvas in storage.” The yellow sunscreens suddenly remembered how much they absolutely loved their extremely unique location on the building.
50. …And then the “That’s it!” moment. One last photograph, and then it’s time to head home.
Mid December sunshine, after what seems like a couple of weeks of extended grey. I needed a couple of hours to clear my head between tasks, and so headed off in a south-easterly direction…