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:

Phillip said...

Well, that was a random and odd post.

Keep it up! I like it!

The Suburban Bushwacker said...

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

Phillip said...

You guys over there and your metric system. Ack.

I'm enjoying your experiments. Keep at it.

The Suburban Bushwacker said...

Phillip

Ber-dum-tsh!

Very droll, cheers
SBW