I’m unfit, really unfit, just quite how unfit I am was made apparent to me today when I went for a bike ride around my local park. This is a result of the one drawback (that I’ve found so far) to working as a freelancer from home. I sit on my arse all day long. It’s all too easy to get in the habit of not exercising and whilst it is nice to be able to laze around I realise it isn’t good for me, neither physically, mentally or creatively.
I’ve no excuse either as I live opposite a really nice park and have a fancy racing bike that I’ve spent loads of money building from scratch.
So I’ve made a mid-years resolution that I’m gonna do at least one lap of the park each day (unless it’s raining really bad) to improve my fitness and in writing this post I’m hoping that it’ll give me the push I need to get off my arse.
The park in question is Gladstone Park in Willesden Green London, which is steeped in history (Mark Twain once visited, don’t you know) and is quite picturesque this time of year (if you ignore the occasional chav speeding through it on a stolen moped being chased by the Old Bill)
Gladstone Park is home to several hundred bright green (and very noisy) parrots. Yes wild parrots living in London, crazy right? but after some digging around I found that there are approximately 40,000 wild parakeets living in London and they have been seen as far north as Glasgow.
There are two myths that are popular regarding their origin, firstly (and my favourite) that they were released by Jimi Hendrix in the 60’s and secondly that they escaped from Shepperton film studios during the filming of The African Queen in 1950.
The colonies of wild parrots widespread today in London and south-east England are descended from birds which Jimi Hendrix released in the 1960s to add some psychedelic colour to the city.
The truth of their origin however, is less exciting.