Jesus – It’s Fucking Cold
Okay – it’s official. It is now seriously cold. Feet stuck to the concrete cold. Last night it was so cold my tail feathers froze. It was a bit like dragging a rake. And I must’ve dribbled in my sleep. Took me a good ten minutes to get the beak open this morning. Not on.
Mart suggested we go hang out with Derek on the Barclays ad on Piccadilly Circus. True, it’s one of the warmest spots in town, but there’s a reason Derek is up there on his own:
Derek is without doubt one of the dullest pigeons I have ever met. Excruciating in fact. The last thing you need when trying to survive in the Arctic is a twat twatting on in your face about the state of the Irish economy.
So – I’m off to find me and Mart a billboard of our own and leave Derek up there to bore himself to death.
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