Norwich Puppet Man Vs the Wandering Radio Man.

I've spent the last 45 minutes watching the Norwich Puppet man.

For anyone that doesn't know, the Puppet man is a man that stands outside Primark in Norwich and gyrates around holding a puppet (If you watch it's head closely it looks like he's violently killing it) alongside and definitely not in time with some fairly discordant and sometimes not even tuned in radio stations. Apparently, it's completely legal. For a more in depth description, see link: 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norwich_Puppet_Man

According to the link we share a surname. I am pleased by this. he was born in 1942, on the same day as the Australian Novelist, James Cowan, who shares a name with UEA lecturer, Andrew Cowan. Mental.

Anyway, every now and then and for no apparent reason he runs away down the road. (He has done this three times while I have been watching him). I can only imagine this is because the wandering radio man sometimes comes close and that the Puppet man is both aware and terrified of the potential implications of their meeting. Unfortunately, the radio man does not have a wikipedia, he is lesser known and does not perform for an audience but more, i believe, for personal satisfaction. He walks around with a portable radio pressed to his ear and playing out loud, commentating on the radios activities. Sometimes accurately, sometimes not. 

Anyway, much like if that ginger twat on weakest link and Laurence Llewelen shitehawk Bowen or whatever his name is occupied the same space, the space time continuum would be forever altered. People would have fingers for toes, Your nan would do backflips and listen to the Wombats and Simon Cowell would turn into a molusc. Some side effects would obviously be favourable. Effectively the two people occupy the same space, they are the same physical concept, in the case of the aforementioned celebrities, they embody the concept of public hatred. In the case of the Puppet man and the Radio Man, obscurity. Puppet man knows this. If he and the radio man were to collide, the fallout would be of a magnitude thus far unimagined. Obscurity magnified. Think about it. I think it would feel like eating a muller corner and stubbing your toe all at once. Fucking mental.

As an aside, I'd like to thank Tom Furby for becoming a follower of this blog. After his initial abuse, he now receives emials each and every time I talk about shit. There's something satisfying in that.

Have a good day. 

Fuck off Peaches Geldoff.