The Miracle of the Yo Yo Man
Once in a while in London, something great happens. Something that somehow makes the world feel like a better place. Something quite unexpected like, for example, the appearance of a large puddle:
Pigeons, in a large puddle.
Fun can be quite hard to find these days, particularly fun of an unusual nature, so a substantial pool of water like this randomly forming just ticks all the boxes.
Well, something equally as great and unexpected happened today. Something so great in fact I instantly forgot that it had been raining and sunny and raining and sunny again, and all in the space of five minutes, something I had found really quite disturbing.
Mart comes flying over, all two flaps of it, and goes: “Oi, Bri. The Yo Yo man’s chuckin’ out the free seed on Tottenham Court Road”. I couldn’t believe my ears. Yo Yo Man? Free seed? Tottenham Court Road? Surely not. We’d often clocked Yo Yo Man, mainly because all he did was stand there all day with Yo Yo written on him and was therefore a fine though somewhat easy target for Shit or Miss.
Anyway, we got down there sharpish and there he was, loving the pigeon:
Totally and absolutely digging everything the pigeon had to give.
Check out David’s celebratory fly on the left.
Free seed chucking is such a rarity these days, pretty soon a crowd started to gather. Sadly, this made Yo Yo Man feel a bit self-conscious, and he put the seed away. Fair play. Have to admit it was starting to get a little out of control.
Nice Yo Yo Man. That’s no more Shit or Miss for you, that’s for sure. You is a true pal to the pigeon.