[Marion Shore]

Gail,

Great minds think alike.

I think part of my inspiration was that this summer, for the first time in my life, a bird pooped on me. Ugh! It was so disgusting! I guess I have more sympathy for these poor statues now.

Marion

[Gail White]

A friend just sent me an e-mail to tell me that I actually won some money in this thing. I was stunned (about as much as if I'd won the Nobel Prize for physics) but I checked and it seems to be true.

(Just noticed that this was reported yesterday on another thread! Apologies! )

[Susan McLean]

Congratulations, Gail! I was sorry that I was too busy to work on my idea for "thomeday my plinth will come." But perhaps it's just as well.

Susan

[John Whitworth]

Susan, that is very funny. You know, doubtless the one about the recalcitrant postal film processing unit. Some day my prints will come.

[Kathleen Fitzpatrick]

Oddly enough, George Simmers, editor of Snakeskin, took a turn on the fourth plinth last month to read his tetrameter "Plinth Poem" for nearly an hour! The performance is archived on Anthony Gormley's One & Other site, and is really worth a peek.

Congrats, Gail!

Kathleen

[Janet Kenny]

Omigod!!!!;-)

I watched and listened to the daunty wee chap orating like a trooper and marvellous it was. 1 AM. And he has a L-O-N-G poem full of witty rhymes and he's up there with his website address taped to the floor of the plinth (sort of--he got tangled in the tape) and he's heroic for poetry.

Well done George Simmers.

[Marion Shore]

Yay, Gail! Speaks for all of us who've been pooped on, either metaphorically or literally.