Gully

There has been some seagulls nesting on the roof next to my kitchen for the last month or so. I know you shouldn’t throw fish ends out of the window, but when seagulls are squawking and flying around outside, it seems such a waste to throw them away.

The babies are quite big now, walking around and stretching their insufficient wings. The mum and dad seagull take turns with the kids, presumeably flying off to find food elsewhere. Sometimes the daddy lands on the windowsill and taps the window with his beak. Then I open the window and feed it a cracker.

He sat there looking at me for at least half an hour while I photographed him. He got the cracker in the end.

Dallas Penn published some nice photos of hungry seagulls attacking people for ice cream.

The Twitter Twatter of Tiny Tweets

Facebook is getting boring. I’ve hidden so many people from my News Feed recently, I almost miss being invited to find out what type of Power Ranger I am. My favourite is the “How much do you know about me?” application, as if you’re expected to visit their profile more often to find out more about them so you can rank well in the quiz. Who knows; if your score is high enough you could become real friends!

While Facebook connects me with my cousins, my colleagues and old teachers, and tags me in a photo every time I go out drinking, Twitter gives me a cheap, sleazy, anonymous thrill. I can see what Lily Allen is talking about today; it’s bound to be fascinating.  More likely I’ll be following some funny updates from Tim Westwood about DJing at a uni bar last night, or JME will be sharing his breakfast with the world. Minor celebrities talk about their daily lives.

What I really like about Twitter is the lack of emphasis on having profile information or photos. Twitter is primarily about short status updates, links to external sites, and the conversations you have on Twitter; nothing more. It’s not about adding and accepting, merely following and not following. Twitter does not try to tell you who your friends are by suggesting them, and it doesn’t want to know your postcode, your email address or your real name.

Peaches Geldoff, Lily Allen, Stephen Fry, Jonathon Ross, Phillip Schofield… the list of gay celebrities on Twitter is endless.

OK so you might have to listen to Charlie Brooker’s witter on about work, being famous, self-assembly furniture and the BNP, but would you rather look through his photo album of family walks through the Lake District?

I am starting to like Twitter.

This is me writing my blog…

Bestival 2009 Mixtape

I’m starting to look forward to the Bestival a little bit. The line-up is a bit cack really, although I have just started enjoying last year’s Fleet Foxes album so I was pleased when I re-checked the line-up and clocked them on there. If you’re feeling a bit bummed by the line-up, then why not check out the File Life Bestival 2009 Mixtape. Who knows you might even find some new music that you’ll want to check out when you’re there. Or something.

OK, so it’s not mixed, nor is it on a tape. ‘Bestival 2009 fistful of mp3s’ might have been more accurate but I wanted an excuse to insert an image of a cassette: