And It’s A Happy New Year From Me, Brian Pigeon

Those of you who got my Tweet will already know that Christmas this year ended up in a bit of a drunken blur, and a hangover that lasted for days. Jesus. Still not sure I’m walking straight. This is the story of how it happened.

After a quiet one on Christmas eve, Mart and I decided to go along to to Mike and Jeff’s Christmas Show on the seafront.

Rumour was they were going to do Aladdin. Thank fuck they didn’t. They really were unbelievably bad, and things only got worse when they started the dance routines. We were desperate to escape but seeing as not that many of us had turned up and we were right at the front, we had to stay.

Anyway, about half way through Mart spotted what looked like quite a large puddle of lager. This time last year it was pissing down so all the potential lager spillages turned out to be water, but not this time. Still don’t know what it was, but it tasted pretty fresh, and we were off. The day went mental. Flew into town for something to eat. Didn’t find anything, so went back to the puddle. Things were bound to get messy, which they did.

And there we stayed till the sun went down. Even Mike and Jeff joined in once they’d finished warbling. Staggering all over the place we were. The end result of it all was three days on a balcony in recovery. Good times.

So, there it is. Another year blows by, and what a year it’s been including serial killer seagulls in Hyde Park. As always I got to meet some great characters too including Charles, the resolutely single magpie  and Thomas and Phil the gay seagulls, and of course not forgetting the St Ives Collective.

And then, to top it all, there was the launch of the genius game I’m mentioned in called Hatoful Boyfriend.

So, 2015, bring it on. Believe it or not, year after next I’ll have been telling it how it is for pigeons everywhere for ten years. How time flies, literally, so next year could be pretty special. Here’s hoping. For now, seeing as I’m probably still well over the limit after Christmas Mart and Me are having a quiet one tonight. We’ve been invited to join Nigel and Maureen on their roof. This was us at a party there a few weeks ago:

Great sea view plus it’s really near to our ledge so we don’t have to fly far. By avoiding the annual carnage, I might actually be able to do something on New Year’s Day for once. You never know.

Happy New Year everyone. Here’s to a rocking 2015.

December 31, 2014. Uncategorized.


  1. Jecylberry replied:

    Happy New Year, Bri and gang! Looks like you all got pretty wasted! what a shindig. Would love to see Maureen do a fan dance and you should definitely have a crack at doing the genii from Aladdin, AFTER the drinks so everyone will be much more entertaining. Looking forward to hearing more of your exploits in 2015. And watch out for the skinner!

  2. Tina S (@TabbyTalker) replied:

    Happy New Year from me as well. 🙂 To be honest my little dove buddies didn’t have such a great holiday recently as well. Well one of their water bottles well it was already a bit broken but up until recently had no problems with it. Anyways over night the water bottle slowly leaked all of its contents all over the floor of their home and made a big wet mess. The oldest dove who mainly sleeps on the main floor of their home had a miserable night sleeping in that mess. Looks like a New year warrants a new bottle.

  3. Becci replied:

    Happy New Year, Brian and fellow pij!

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