DAY 3
Dear Diary,
I had a good weekend this week….I spent the whole weekend chilled and learning to dream again. I'm not saying I haven't dreamt in a while, it's just back to the good old days you know. I spent the whole weekend learning to fly and be someone else. Y'see I've picked up books again and got right back into them where I left off…it's fab! Saturday I chilled and chased pigeons…
There was one really fat pigeon that scared me a little…I went near it to scare it off but it just looked back as if to say "TRY IT…go on I dare ya!" after that I backed up a little all the while keeping one eye on the flying fatty…I wondered how it had got to that state…was it some sort of cannibal pigeon that snuck up on unsuspecting pigeons, knocked em over the back of the head with a crowbar and then devoured them whole like some sort of alien from the old movies…or was it just big boned…did all of the other pigeons make fun of fatty…."you can't catch me…" say the little ones all the while staying just out of reach of the fatty "it's not my fault, I'M NOT FAT…I'm just big boned!!!!" " oh shut up fatty", Maybe that was what the look was for…maybe it was a cry for help…who knows but I'd hate to turn on the news tonight and find that a fat pigeon had committed suicide…it would just cut me up. I had a chance to take that pigeon in, give it a home, love it like the pigeon I never had and yet now I'm back at home too tired to care.
I've never liked pigeons…I was brought up to believe that pigeons were just flying rats, maybe that's why I feel a little guilty now…prejudice you see…If that had been a fat robin would I have reacted the same…no I'd probably have kept quiet and admired it from afar…"aww look at the cute lil' Robin…bless". Prejudice you see and something I'm not proud of. We seem to have a very ineffective Hitler regime going on at the moment in order to cleanse the bird races of all pigeon life. DO NOT FEED THE PIGEON'S signs are now everywhere…we hate pigeons and so we try to let them suffer, let them eat our food off the floor as if they'd never tried to be anything else…Y'know Sunday I actually saw a pigeon eating sick off the floor, fresh from Saturday night…it was horrible…not that I tried it of course, but after club kebabs and burgers can be a horrifying business on the way in….I shudder to think what they're like after they've come out again…It can not be good!
Anyway I've ranted enough and it's time to slip back into the land of dreams…so au revoir until next time…
Matt