Welsh Pigeon Assembly
Ok – bit of a mad week last week – which explains the lack of posts. There I was, just getting into the whole world getting colder and darker shit when Mart goes: ‘Eh, Bri – isn’t it time for Cardiff?’. Jesus. Nearly had a fucking heart attack. Totally forgot about it. Every November loads of us pigeons get together for a big old pigeon conference/wings-up/get-together/piss-up party on a small hill top just outside Cardiff.
One a bit like this:
Just not as big.
Don’t ask me why it’s Cardiff. Probably coz a Welsh pigeon dude called Dafyd Jones started it. Weird up there too – they all say stuff like this:
‘Cynulliad Cenedlaethol Cymru yw’r corff cynrychioliadol sydd â phwerau i lunio deddfwriaeth mewn meysydd sydd wedi’u datganoli. Mae ganddo chwe deg o aelodau etholedig, a’r Senedd yw ei fan cyfarfod.’
What the fuck?
Anyway, it’s a right laugh so, if I can be arsed, I try to go along.
Freezing our arses off, me and Mart headed to Hyde Park where we all meet. Loads of us. Then off up the M4 and hang a left.
Managed to get this pic of us heading off:
Spot Eric, second from top, doing the ‘breast-stroke wing manoevre’. Tricky shit. Tried it once. Never again.
Not surprising tho – arrived and there was a whole load of anti-pelican shit going around. Heard ‘Down with Derek’ a few times. There was even some German twat called Hans – kept going: ‘Unten mit Derek’. Bet he never even heard the story.
Poor fucking Derek. In therapy now, apparently.