I originally wrote this for a personal blog sometime after September 20th. The next few blogs will be older before I finally catch up. Also, the sore throat has been gone for weeks. People were calling it the “Freshers Flu.”
Ah, yes the giant blue cockerel. Occupying the fourth plinth in Trafalgar Square, this lovely statue is the latest in a line of “modern art” statues ranging from a ship in a bottle to a boy on a rocking horse. Obviously this lovely bird is the best. The other plinths have generals or other people I haven’t looked into, the fourth plinth stands in sharp contrast.
Why do I love this statue so much? One, it is absolutely hilarious. All I need to do is point at it and say “giant blue cock(erel)” and everyone immediately gets the joke. Second is the contrast, specifically with the other plinths. Also, the fact that it’s in Trafalgar Square, one of the centerpieces of London, just makes it funnier. Finally, I love it because it is so British. I can’t really explain it, but it just has a Monty Python humor to it.
So when did I find out about this statue and when was the picture taken? I first saw it on the bus from Heathrow airport. We passed Trafalgar Square and I only saw it for a second. I figured my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I never quite forgot about it. A while later, I was on a bus tour around the city when we once again passed Trafalgar Square. This time, there was no mistaking it. It was definitely a statue of a big blue chicken where there should be something more old and serious.
Finally, I gathered a small group of newly made friends and we set out on a Saturday for a walk around London. Since London is a gigantic city, we stuck with only a small section of it, mainly Trafalgar Square. Here we got up close with the statue and I was able to take a few good photos of it, finally sating my curiosity.
Other than the aforementioned statue, we had a fun time walking around the Square and the surrounding streets, stopping at a gift shop, walking past what appeared to be London’s equivalent of Broadway, and heading back to campus on the Tube to eat together at a cheap, but good restaurant. Overall, it was a fun little excursion.
I wanted to write this blog the next day, but unfortunately, things took a turn for the worse. What started as a minor cough developed into a painful couple of days of a sore throat. First, there was a symphony of pain in my mouth, but it eventually quieted down to the back of my throat. On Monday, the pain was gone thanks to some Advil, but so was my voice. Even as I’m writing this, my voice is still a little hoarse and there’s an on-and-off pain trying to swallow. Hopefully, this’ll blow over, but in case it doesn’t I have the address of a nearby pharmacy. This sickness has not put me in a writing mood until now.
Hopefully next week my throat will be clear and I’ll have something else interesting to talk about. I’m going on a day trip to Bath and Stonehenge on Sunday, so you’ll probably be hearing about that.
Until then, cheerio!