Gull Fest 2013

At last, life is starting to sort itself out down here. Met some great new mates including a number of sea gulls. Hate to say it but I take back everything bad I’ve ever said about them. Far from dull, a fair few of them have been hilarious with a surprisingly dry wit. Clive who we met the other day wants to teach me to swim. Could be interesting. Of course Mart asked him if he taught surfing too. Said he was planning to make himself a surfboard out of tooth picks. Jesus.

Best bit is we’ve managed to sort ourselves a half decent ledge in the better end of a place called Kemp Town. Near enough to the action for warm chips, but far enough away to get some sleep on a Friday night, and it’s also only a five minute fly to the middle. Genius.

The pigeon refuge was fun for a while – see last post, and it was great to meet pigeons like Tony, but it can get a bit much. Everywhere you turn there’s a pigeon wanting to chat. You just want to tell them to fuck off, but you can’t.

Now we’ve finally got our own pad, we can start to kick back. The shit clearing rule stays though.

At the weekend, during a classic game of Shit or Miss over the Brighton Marathon, the sun even managed to come out. At long fucking last it seems the longest winter ever is coming to an end. Surely a hot summer is in order to make up for it?

All in all, life is good, and it’s possibly about to get a whole lot better…

Today, I met the pigeon of my dreams. She reminded me a bit of a pigeon I was into years ago called Mary. Something I won’t be mentioning.

Clive had invited Mart and me to Gull Fest. Gull Fest is an annual event for the local sea gulls held in a place called Queen’s Park.

He told us that not many pigeons get the nod. He wasn’t wasn’t wrong:

Even though it was banging, we did feel a bit awkward at first.

Think the ducks were feeling it too:

Turned out to be a right laugh in the end.

A highlight for me was when one of the funniest gulls I’ve ever seen did a routine about swans and sparrows. Last time I saw her was on a mini-break in Brighton last year.

She’s called Harriet but likes to be known as Harry.

Yes, It is a female:

She was fucking funny. Mart and me pissed ourselves.

Anyway, there I was hanging out chatting away to a pigeon called Andy who talked a lot when, suddenly, a vision walked in front of me. Nearly spat out my own tongue. Never seen anything so lovely:

She was drop dead gorgeous. I asked Andy to see if he could find out any detail on the whereabouts of her ledge.

She totally ignored him. Hilarious:

Then I found out what he was saying: “Excuse me. My friend over there. See him. Over there. He wants to know where you live.”

Jesus. No wonder. Probably thought he was some fruitcake stalker.

But then, thankfully, she changed her mind:

She told him she lived in a window-box in Hove. Think we might be hooking up at the weekend.

Wish me luck. Not been on a date for years. May even have a wash.

Only kidding.

April 17, 2013. Uncategorized.


  1. Posh pigeon replied:

    You’re back on form Brian!! Made me laffalot and White Pigeon looks just like me!! Don’t fight over food with the gulls. They win.

    • pigeonblog replied:

      They do, unless you’re in with them. Know what I is saying?

  2. Animalcouriers replied:

    Things are looking up Brian. Have a grand weekend!

  3. Christine Harmer replied:

    Wishing you luck and steady with the washing thing, have to watch your back with the gulls though……

  4. Lennox replied:

    She’s a stunner! Good luck with that date Brian. Summer is definitely a-coming in.

  5. ASY replied:

    Bu güvercinler acayip saya balıkesir kelebek resimler yahu ..)

  6. SFPigeon replied:

    Here’s hoping it went well! Moving ledges always throws me a little; the city added spikes to my last place while I was out, but I think I may have something lined up in the Inner Sunset.

    – a San Francisco pigeon

  7. Brighton Life | Pigeon Blog replied:

    […] wondering what happened between myself and the sweet lady I saw in Queen’s Park? The vision of beauty who lived in a window box in Hove? Turns out to be a right nutter, and not in a good way. Her name’s […]

  8. Julia replied:

    Hi I think that you are absolutely bonkers, I adore pigeons. Keep up the good work!

  9. Brian Pigeon is Back – let’s just call it a lucky escape… | Pigeon Blog replied:

    […] a clue unless you knew. We made friends and did stuff, but it was all bubbling away underneath, like the time we went to Gull Fest. All good at first, till I ended up chancing upon a discarded hash cake in a bin only to wake up in […]

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