We’re Pigeons In The Rain
I know I’m often accused of being somewhat weather obsessed, but really, are you surprised when the summer’s as shit as this? Thankfully, it’s only June, so there’s still time… If there’s no improvement, I’m seriously considering introducing migration for pigeons. Can’t be that hard, surely? Get a few of us together and fuck off somewhere warm, like Morocco?
Anyway, out and about the other day and got caught in what can only be described as a waterfall coming out of the sky. Unbelievable.
It was pissing down so badly we had to hide in a tunnel to dry off.
This is me in the tunnel:
Then, just when I was about to die of boredom, a pal of mine called Phil rocked up.
To cheer up what would have been an otherwise miserable experience, he decided to kick off a bit of a sing song.
Here he is on the left in full flow doing the leg kicks and everything:
This is what he was singing, done to the tune of ‘Singing in the Rain’:
‘We’re pigeons in the rain.
Just pigeons in the rain
What a glorious feelin’
We’re happy again!’