I detest mating pigeons.
Last night after a gruelling eight hour drive from Lancaster to Dover, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. This was a major feat as the Hotel pillows felt as if they had been stuffed withquick setting cement.
I awoke out of my deepest dream to the sound of ruffled feathers. Looking out of the window the cooing and conjugation went on and on. Do pigeons not have orgasms? It was quite extraordinary - their staying power was immense. thanks to health and safety, I couldn't open the window wide enough to aim my size 14 boot at them.
So I lay awake thinking Ken Livingtone was probably not so bad. At least he called for a cull of pigeons in Trafalgar Square.
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