Do the evolution
There's every possibility that in a month or so, a video blog will surface as to how the frogspawn that Megan and I found in a dingy Hackney canal on Sunday grew into frogs in a time-lapsed fashion. It was a beautiful day, and we'd followed some junkie types into one of London's mournfully disused canals. It had become a cesspool of stagnant water strewn with waste beer cans and boots. Probably. Mired in hopelessness, it's bridges bricked in; no canalboats would ever sail these waters again. I was reminded that David and I had planned tentatively to engage in a spot of canalboat jaunts, and still we should. Meg and I were walking way way way from her place to mine through Finsbury Park (just over 4 miles, evil Google later informed), stopping only to catch mini-milks (fuck all calories) and to watch what we assumed was the presidential motorcade, or Car Force One, as I hope it's called- being escorted by some of 'our boys in blue'. It was a good sight. I like Obama. Seeing an American president speak Farsi and quote sufi moslem poets in a Nowruz greeting; now thats something else. Getting Russia to agree to nuclear disarmament? Aces. Obama rules, without needless fawning. Anyway; amongst all this habitual ugly shit in the canal, the ever-inquisitive Meg had spotted a small band of very clearly dissatisfied frogspawn. She then resolved to rescue this hitherto doomed assortment of larval pondlife, using a discarded fast food drink container. Ha, River of Ugly Human Garbage! Ha! We take your trash and use it against you!
Time passed. The frogspawn are now at home being videotaped everyday in an old Ragu pot before eventual transfer to larger container and some good old time stale water. And that's not all that happened.
Time passed. The frogspawn are now at home being videotaped everyday in an old Ragu pot before eventual transfer to larger container and some good old time stale water. And that's not all that happened.