Sometimes you go out and you have high hopes to take some half (arguably) decent photos. Then you get home and realise you ended up with nothing.....yesterday was such an occasion. This was the best photo I got out of thirty odd shots....the ducks are nice I suppose.
Our favourite rubber chicken, it served us well, but after a booze filled night, we woke up to find it hung (ironically) like a chicken. We knew then that its fate was soon to be realised. Rest in peace rubber chicken. much love punk&gatt.