Is it me, or is the fact we get an extra day in February every four years slightly weird? A whole day? What are we supposed to do with it, and why can’t we have it later in the year, say, in the summer when it’s warm and sunny? An extra day added to July would make a lot more sense. July 32nd. Perfect.
Still, a few pigeons I spoke to earlier, regardless of having no understanding as to what it was all about, still decided to ‘make the most of this special day’.
This knob from Camden decided to wear a celebratory hat. Said he’d been saving it especially:
And then there was this dude who said he wanted to spend the day seeing how long he could stand still, but on a curb on Oxford Street?:
WTF? Total madness if you ask me.
It’ll all be over tomorrow. March 1st, back where it should be. Bring it on.
Sorry for the lack of posts of late, but I don’t know if you’ve heard? It’s not quite as bad as last year, but there appears to be another ice age going on. Jesus. Freezing cold. Ice. Snow. The lot. Pretty much every streetlamp in town was occupied the other night as temperatures dropped to -10. WTF? My toes literally froze together. So did Mart’s beak for a while, which was no bad thing. As for food, frozen shit is never great when there’s nowhere around to warm it up, but that’s all there was. Frozen bloody crumbs, or throwaways in boxes with a layer of ice on top too thick to crack with the beak alone. More like a curry skating rink than food. Impossible. I’m not looking for sympathy, but it’s been pretty tough.
It’s a bit warmer now, but there’s still snow. These were the scenes down by Richmond beach this morning:
Okay if you’ve got paddles for feet, walking’s a piece of piss:
For us lot, on the other hand. Every step is dicing with death.
Don’t know how he did it, but this dude still managed to look cool:
I’m never one for ‘a look’, but as looks go, this works. Brown and tan is bang on trend too.
Anyway, wanting to end on a more positive note, Mart and Me have spotted the perfect hang out. Genius. Gonna keep it quiet though so asking you to do the same. There’s no room for it to get overcrowded.
This is it. On this sign at London Bridge Station:
We chatted to the pigeon in residence, Max. He said it was a top spot for warmth providing you don’t mind the odd headache. Tell you what, give me a warm headache over frozen toes any day. He said he wouldn’t mind sharing, providing it was only us and we didn’t shit on it. Mart promised that even if he did have a little accident, he’d clear it up.
Sweet as. Life looks rosier already, now all we need is for Spring to start. Yeah right.