Post Christmas Post
So – that’s it. Christmas is over. Had quite a good one in the end as it goes. Not quite as good as last year, but still good. Just the right balance of friends and fine dining.
This is Mart about to stuff his load down the South Bank:
Then we staggered up to Hoxton for a spot of outdoor poetry courtesy of Elliot and the boys. Remember Elliot? We used to hang out quite alot, back in the day…
As it was Christmas, he went for this – ‘A Child’s Christmas In Wales’ by Dylan Thomas. I told him it was a bit dull, totally predictable and way too fucking long. Said he should have gone for something more like this – ‘Grand Pianos and Half-shaped Moons’. Nothing to do with Christmas and makes no sense whatsoever. He told me to fuck off and said I didn’t know what I was on about. Think he took it personally. Never mind. It was all ok in the end and we laughed about it later over a puddle of beer.
We also spent a while debating the virtues of online catchup TV following the launch of the BBC’s iPlayer. I said it was a computer-literate pigeon’s dream and told him I was looking forward to watching the ‘Extras Christmas Special’. He said it devalued television but was glad it was streaming as well as download so Mac users could use it too – a good point – especially from one who’s never been anywhere near a computer, to the best of my knowledge.
Anyway – moving on – this is for you, Rooo Roooo. It was sent to me by Michael. Cheers Michael! It’s a post that appeared in the Paris Daily Photo covering a bunch of French protesting about some pigeon cull. The French love the pigeon! Vive la France! Shame it’s not more like that over here…
Pigeon Rachel sent me this – cheers Rachel! Apparently, it’s official – pigeons in London are starving. They’ve done some tests and this was what they discovered:
– The autopsy report said: “All were found to be in poor bodily condition and although in some of the birds there was evidence of recent feeding… the gizzard of all birds was empty.”
Jesus. Any pigeon could have told them that and saved them the cash.
As it’s all Ken’s fault he’s unlikely to either care, or do anything about it, so I’ve decided to step in and raise awareness.
Thinking I might host Pigeon Aid – bit like Live Aid, but for pigeons. Get Elliot up there with a couple of poems…? See if The Pigeon Detectives are up for headlining…? Ask Noel Fielding if he would’t mind telling a few jokes or painting a happening backdrop…? What do you reckon?