Pigeons On A Red Car

So bored were we the other day, sat in Soho Square, when Mart goes: “You lot, see that red car over there? How many of us do you reckon we can get on it?”

Without thinking, off we flew. One big mad fucking scramble just to see how many pigeons we could get on a red car.

I reckon it’s got to be a record. Is there one? The number of pigeons you can get on a red car? If not, there should be.

This is Phil coming in to land:

Bob legged it. Not surprised. It was all getting a bit close for comfort up there.

This is us at the end of it:

A tough pose to hold. Genius.

Love the look on Ed front right. Stayed put in the same spot the whole time. Fair play.

Simon, on the other hand, didn’t see the point of it at all:

“Ridicolous behaviour.” He kept saying, over and over again.

To be honest, I kinda suspected it was because he didn’t have the bollocks, literally.

Your loss, mate.

Best fun we’ve had in years.