Brian Pigeon Is Back!
Jesus Christ. How hard can it be for a pigeon to get home from Spain? Piece of piss getting there. Hitched it on the ferry from Portsmouth to Bilbao. Fucking long sail but worth it for the chips. Mart waited for me in Portsmouth so we could get the ferry together. I tell you – by the time we got there, all the extra weight we were carrying after stuffing our beaks with lard for two days made flying a little tricky. This was the way we went. Pretty much a straight line all the way. No option really.
Anyway – loads to tell but I’m knackered and got some serious catching up to do with pals. Just wanted to let you know I was back and, if you have remembered what I showed you about how to log on and find Pigeon Blog, a big ‘Hi’ to Maria. Miss you already. The lovely Maria. “Maria – I once met a bird called Maria” – that was a song a Spanish pigeon pal called Pedro told me to sing. He said it was a love song from some musical called ‘Pesticide Story’. She loved it. It worked. I met the pigeon of my dreams on a statue in Madrid! Just one slight snag – no pics. None whatsoever. This is why:
Mart had the cam and was taking a photo of Philippe. Philippe was grabbing a siesta next to some fat bloke sleeping on a bench. Philippe let one rip, the fat bloke rolls over and nearly falls off the bench, Mart pisses himself, steps backwards, drops the cam, and accidentally sits on it. The cam is crushed by Mart’s feathery lardy arse. Totally fucked. Managed to get it fixed enough to download the last pic – thankfully not one of Mart’s arse.
This is the last pic:
That’s Philippe on the left. Fart was so loud the bloke on the right heard it. Obv, judging by the look, he thought it was Mart.
Getting a new cam at the weekend. Upgrading to the 2D with top class macro action so it’s not all bad.
Not sure I like the cold over here tho. Kind of got used to the warm. Oh well. Had to come back coz I knew the Boris v Ken scrap would be hotting up. Bring it on. Can’t wait.
Here’s a blog after me own heart: Anyone But Ken!