Statue with Spotty Bag

I would love to see more interaction with every statue that graces our streets.

For me, art should be reached out to, touched, and if you can, given a big hug. I mean, what is its use if nothing stirring should connect.

So much has changed in our land these this last 30yrs. It’s getting difficult to keep up with past I would expect anyone at any time to have uttered. The sheer bombard of new faces on flickering screens, nearly every neighbourhood having their own ‘influencer’ to cajole, entice, sell more product.

So much has changed in our land these this last 30yrs. It’s getting difficult to keep up with the past. The bombard of new faces on flickering screens, every neighbourhood having their very own ‘influencer’. I walk at the same pace as the fella one hundred years from now, our minds overblown with whatever it is that’s happening in our time.

Where am I headed? I asked myself this halfway through. Skipping to the end, and embracing all this newness that life has to offer, whilst doing my best to try and hold onto the old, but there comes a point when the overload saturates, and for those generations before, moving aside to let in the new is how the story goes.

As time clicks by I wonder how many (perhaps save those from Morcambe) would be able to name this happy soul? C’mon let’s take a straw poll.

Ever seen a statue and wondered who on earth? Frilly bits that sit in town, but very few are as much fun as this one. Pity.

My good old friend Andy snapped this treasure and allowed me a blissful vision of Eric on his way to grab a few bits, his carrier of choice the treasure house that is ‘The Spotty Bag’ shop of Banff.

I once visited Morecambe, along with my Pa. We were our way back from Falkirk. My dad wished to deviate slightly to see this very statue. For me it was its crowning glory, sadly I just cannot remember the rest.