I've said this before but
I hate pigeons and if one flies near me at head height I have to stop in the street until it's far enough away for me to stop worrying about it. At which point I usually realise I've been grimacing like a twat and have to rearrange my face to lose the creases of disgust(TM).

This all stemmed from a French exchange trip with school where I'd left my friends and was wandering down a street in Mulhouse. Out of nowhere a nasty French pigeon* swooped across my path and literally slapped me in the face with it's minging wing. Eurgh.

*I assume it was a French pigeon as it was in France, I didn't hear it's accent or stop to check it's passport however so this may be erroneous.
( e.m.m.y. foxtrot uniform charlie kilo india tango, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 16:17, Reply)