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

Picture credit goes to story from the telegraph