Hanging out in Leicester Square today grabbing a spot of bread in the sunshine with Ed and the boys:
When suddenly, out of the blue, up comes this cheeky fuck, and nicks a piece:
Never seen a cheeky fuck like it.
Needless to say, we set off in pursuit:
Which proved both pointless, and knackering:
Totally got away with it.
So we all stood around looking somewhat sheepish picking at the leftovers and pretending like it never happened:
Clearly an out of towner. Probably from somewhere like Croydon.
Bet he’ll be back tomorrow with a flock of mates…
It’s alright tho, coz he was quite small. Tiny, in fact.
Saying that, I don’t want to presume all his mates are going to be equally as small, so I’ll probably hang somewhere else.
Any pigeons out there thinking of Spa-ing it in the morning, don’t.