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Here is a seagull looking for a place to go. I have it on good authority - an authority of distinct totalitarian bent named Henry - that this seagull's name is "Constantin", and that he is headed to Glasgow to buy a pizza.

I captured this fellow down in Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne down the road from Geilston Bay, not the tidal island off the north-east English coast most famous for being sacked by angry Vikings. Given that, the pizza is most likely going to be cold by the time he gets there.

Today's Sunday Top Five Ten!

My personal favourite Ten Michael Jackson tracks (in chronological order):
  • I Want You Back

  • ABC

  • Don't Stop 'til You Get Enough

  • Billie Jean

  • Beat It

  • Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'

  • Man in the Mirror

  • Dirty Diana

  • Smooth Criminal

  • Liberian Girl
For mine, the stand out is Billie Jean (one of the all time great pop tracks), but all of them are terribly good, and come highly recommended.
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Roddy said…
I notice that you often use Henry to explain your own cerebral wanderings. Having spoken at length to Henry he assures me that his only interest is in having fun and that really the worlds travails hold little of interest for him, at present.
28 June 2009 at 13:38
Roddy said…
I'm just wondering, did Constantin ring ahead, in which case the pizza will be cold. That is if the pizza joint doesn't throw it out thinking that it will never be picked up. And if Constantin is taking it home for tea, then perhaps it may be a little cool before he arrives home. Only cerebral wanderings of my own.
28 June 2009 at 17:41
KL said…
I also consider Bille Jean and Beat It as all time unique, but smooth criminal - nope! don't like it at all.
28 June 2009 at 19:06
yamini said…
This is one of those photos which I am not sure whether I like or not, but I sure would want to keep looking at it, if only to seek the TRUTH about whether I like it or not...
Have a nice day!! :-)
29 June 2009 at 19:33
yournotalone said…
From your list I like only Man in the mirror and Liberian girl
30 June 2009 at 17:22
Beth said…
I have been musing much this week on the actual lyrics to these songs. I find I don't know any of them beyond the first few words. After that it all becomes unitelligible. I can sing Ben, and She's Out of My Life word for word (and I'm not proud of that) but Billie Jean - just what IS that about?
And Man in the Mirror I only discovered through a cover version by Idea of North, a stunning Australian a cappella jazz quartet.
Ah well, too late now.
1 July 2009 at 22:51
MurciaDailyPhoto said…
About your list track. I prefer the last songs of Mj. On your list I prefer Man In The Mirror.
I think that most of the MJ songs of 80's still sound that decade.
2 July 2009 at 17:57
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, you are insane.
3 July 2009 at 17:24
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he rang ahead.
3 July 2009 at 17:26
Kris McCracken said…
KL, too heavy for your taste? I like MJ rocking out.

I bet that you don't like Dirty Diana either!
3 July 2009 at 17:26
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, it isn't my favourite photo.
3 July 2009 at 17:51
Kris McCracken said…
Aigars, you don't like the Jackson 5 stuff?
3 July 2009 at 17:52
Kris McCracken said…
Beth, Billie Jean is a classic tale. Boy meets girl. Boy shags girl. Some time later girls reappears with child claiming child support. Boy says that he's not the one, the kid is not his son.
3 July 2009 at 17:57
Kris McCracken said…
MDP, so you prefer what is known by many as "white MJ". I will be honest and admit that I prefer "black MJ".
3 July 2009 at 18:00
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