"We are all of us lying in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde
but for those of us who spend far too much time tromping the streets and watching the ground in front of them instead of daydreaming there are small perks. It started with a plan to collect £1 and do a lottery experiment, to test if 'lucky pennies' found on the street were more fortunate than earned money, but it snowballed from there and this pile, which amounts to £40.50, is the result of a year of picking up change from the pavements of south Manchester (though one of the fivers was found in the Arndale). This does not include the €10 note that is now winging it's way to Tenerife with Tish or the £2 that I gave to Creature for her bus fare, or the small collection of foreign coins that are no use to anyone. Some are so rusty as to be almost unrecognisable, I didn't think money was supposed to rust, who knows. It feels like (and is in fact) free money, that I am now going to fritter away on something frittery.