Mary Sinks Deeper…
Seeing as my feelings for Mary still run deep, and following the distressing revelations of last week – see this post – I decided to see if I could find her.
Sadly, I did.
The drug taking is starting to take its shocking tole and she appears to have developed severe black markings all over her lovely white body. Such a shame.
She’s even started curbstoning, and blatantly selling her wares to unsuspecting passers by.
Here she is chasing one of them who was quietly going about his business:
Mary: Come on, Love. You know you want it.
Unsuspecting passer by: No. Thank you. Really.
Mary: You know you do. Half price if you’re quick. Call it a morning special.
Unsuspecting passer by: Look, will you please leave me alone. I’m happily married and live in Chiswick.
Mary: So? Never stopped anyone before. Why do you think I work it in W4? Go on. Sink your hot love beak into my feathery softness.
Unsuspecting passer by: Will you please just go away. You’re starting to make me feel a bit sick.
Jesus. Tragic. Think she may have spotted me too.
Took this one a bit later. Here she is curbstoning, and being approached by some potential custom:
Nearly offered myself up out of pity, but didn’t want to catch anything. You never know these days. VD is rife amongst pigeons on the game, apparently. A mate of mine caught crabs once too, which is a nightmare if you’re a pigeon, and totally visible to the naked eye.