Fame Is Weird And Pigeon Olympics Practicing Continues
Since my TV appearance on Monday, it’s all gone bonkers. There I am out and about trying to do some serious reporting on the preparations for the Pigeon Olympics, when pigeon after pigeon keeps coming up to me wanting to talk to me or, even worse, touch me. Jesus. Never knew there were so many freaks out there. Take this one, for example.
All I did was stop for a quick drink. I look up, and there he is with his fat arse right in my face. This massive fuck asking me if I want to ‘have some fun’:
Said he knew somewhere we could go if I was up for it. Nearly had a fucking heart attack. Of course I told him straight away that it wasn’t my thing. Not even slightly.
I finally managed to escape the madness just in time to catch the Birmingham female Synchronised Landing team mid practice, who turned out to be utterly shit.
Totally all over the shop:
Still, bodes well for the London team. Hoping to see them sometime over the weekend.
One bit of most excellent news is Time Out magazine want me to do some reporting for them too. Nice one. Brian Pigeon on the spot covering everything Olympic. Bring it on. Power to the pigeon.