The London Pigeon Spa, Again
Okay – I’m going to stop going on about Winston. No more Winston for a while. Right out of my head he goes. Nowhere to be seen. I’m also going to stop thinking about becoming a racer, coz that sure as shit isn’t going to happen. Fitness levels aside, I really can’t be arsed.
So, onwards and upwards and Winston free, had a top weekend in the sunshine. Better late than never, and a nice surprise. Decided to make the most of the sudden hotness and hit the London Pigeon Spa in Leicester Square. Not been there in ages.
All went really well. Loads turned up. Too many in the end as it goes. Great at first tho.
Check out Edd. Can’t believe Edd was there again.
Here he is giving himself a right ducking.
First, a dip of the beak the test the temperature:
Go on, Edd. Whole head. Whole fucking head. Dare you:
Get in there, pal!:
And fuck me, did he. Right in. Totally over his head. Well impressive.
Here he is coming out:
Soaked for hours he was. Bernie on the right as nonplussed as always.
I only ever paddle, really. Not a big fan of getting dry.
Top day all round, till Simon pushed Mart in.
Straight in beak first.
Mart wasn’t amused, not even slightly:
Go as far as to say, he lost it a bit.
We all laughed about it later tho, so it was all good.
And Simon even did a full body to apologise:
There’s loads more from the London Pigeon Spa, but I’ll save them till tomorrow.
Here’s to hoping the sun comes out again soon.