BEING a proper tourist today, with a go on the London Eye. Ronnie came with me but Carolyn – who’s afraid of heights – opted to stay on terra firma with Reggie. Perfect weather and an amazing view. This was my third trip on it; I have to conclude it’s much less scary when you’ve been plied with drink beforehand (which today I hadn’t been).
Then to the terrace at the Commons to make the most of the weather. As we began to eat, a bloke emerged with a bird of prey on his gloved hand. The fierce looking beast is apparently used to scare off the local pigeons, and I was thankful not to see any of them being gutted and eaten by the hawk; it would have really put me off my humous.
Bob Spink, the only other MP around, asked the beast master what kind of hawk it was. “A Harris Hawk,” he replied. I relayed this information to Ronnie across the table. He thought for just a second and then asked, rather anxiously: “What do they do to Harrises?”