Monday, 19 July 2010

When They Gotta Go They Gotta Go, Whatcha Gonna Do?


O would some power the giftie gie us to see ourselves as others see us? 


Well I've a rough idea of what they'd be thinking if they'd wandered down the canal path and overheard us chatting the other night. Not good.


The Northern Monkey: Have you seen the swans on canal? There's a whole flotilla of the bastards, this morning they woke me up at dawn. There must be a way to shoot them, or at least scare them off


The Suburban Bushwacker: I stamped a pigeon to death this morning


The Northern Monkey: Any reason? Or you just fancied it?


I could tell you the rest of the story, a tale of tracking a wounded avian across the small expanse of a suburban car park, the pitiful sight of it's suffering and it's dispatch. But it's probably funnier if I leave that bit unsaid.


your pal
SBW

Picture credit goes to www.newsteam.co.uk/ story from the telegraph

4 comments:

  1. Well, that was a random and odd post.

    Keep it up! I like it!

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  2. Phillip

    LOL - you should have been there when TNM said it, I was in stitches.
    Sometimes I want to use the blog as a testing ground for new attempts at writing - the one with the tourist came off really well - this one?

    Thanks for commenting it's about the only metric I have as to how well my writing is progressing.

    SBW

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  3. You guys over there and your metric system. Ack.

    I'm enjoying your experiments. Keep at it.

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  4. Phillip

    Ber-dum-tsh!

    Very droll, cheers
    SBW

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Come on in the waters lovely
SBW