The Golden Turd

I went to town to the traditional Christian Aid book sale. It didn’t happen last year, but was in reduced size this year. They promised mainly crime books, but in truth it was a grave disappointment with hardly any books and I came away disappointed with no books. I then walked along to St Andrew Square and was struck again by how inappropriate the Golden Turd looks over the RBS Headquarters.
 
Best on black.
 
Today’s entry on the Abstract Fiesta journal is of shoes.