Nerd Girl on The Way: 50 Foot Dead Parrot Not Where it Was Supposed to Be

After reading up on plague and the great fire at the London Museum, climbing to the top of St. Paul's to see the view (terrifyingly beautiful), and shopping at Harrods (overheard this gem: "Ideally, I'd get this kind of bag, because I like the shape, but if I'm going to get anything, it's going to be Prada."), I went on a search for a 50-food Norwegian Blue Parrot.

As part of the celebration of Monty Python's final live show this Sunday, a fiberglass sculpture of the mythical Norwegian Blue from the famous Parrot Sketch was unveiled at Potters Field near the Tower Bridge yesterday. Unfortunately, it appears that it was also moved to the O2 Arena yesterday as well, because when I walked along the Queen's Walk for a good two hours (at least), nary a parrot did I find. I started at St. Paul's, crossed the Millennium Bridge, and then continued along the River until I got to the Tower Bridge. Potters Field is right next to City Hall. No Parrot. Disappointed, I thought maybe I'd read the location wrong, so I ought to continue walking. I swear, I was halfway to Greenwich before I said, "Screw this," and turned back around. Of course, then I thought, "Well, they said it was on the South Bank, did they mean Southbank and I'm imagining the part about the Tower Bridge?" So I started walking to Southbank which is by Waterloo and the London Eye (2.2 miles from Tower Bridge). On my walk west, I noticed that a) tide was out, and b) the gate to the river was open, so I walked on the water's edge for a bit, which was nice. When I got to Jubilee Gardens 45 mins later, there was NO FREAKING PARROT. Instead I saw a large number of men in wedding dresses running in some kind of marathon. Not what I was hoping for, but I'll take it.