Rainy Sundays Suck (bad)
Weekend didn’t pan out quite as planned. Friday in Hoxton rocked then yesterday, it all went tits up. Got lost on the way to Slough. Another pigeon myth – we ‘feel’ the earth’s magnetic field – bollox. We use maps the same as everyone else. Wanted to get a Tom Tom when they came out but whoever invented them made them too fucking heavy for us pigeons plus, strangely enough, we don’t come with a built in cigarette lighter! Ignoramus.
So… the trip to Ali’s never happened (he probably thinks I’ve blown him out) and then, to top it all, I came back and found out I’d been banned from my other Cyber joint – pigeon friendly my arse. As a result of all this my mood took a turn for the worst and I couldn’t be fucked to go to Brixton, so they probably think I blew them out too.
Then (Martin’s idea) – top tip of the day (not): go to Soho Square and log onto the free wireless. Free – is it fuck. Borrowed a laptop and sat for hours under a bush in the pissing rain trying to log on. Nothing. Decided to call it a day on the weekend. How am I doing this post you might ask? Broke into my old Cyber joint. Twats left a window open. Don’t worry though – I’m going to shit all over the place before I leave! Ha ha.