Glasgow Lane Avian Horror
Sitting one day, nomming a Blue Lagoon fish supper when i happened to glance over towards the entrance of one of Glasgow's many lanes, or rape avenues, i see a gentleman of the street looking shifty. I continued to assess what he was up to in between mouthfuls of greasy goodness....

He had a battered retro Gola bag that he was fumbling with, then he reached into the pile of cardboard boxes and produced a dead pigeon,
which he stuffed into the bag as he glanced guiltily up and down the street. It took a few seconds for me to register exactly what was going on, but more importantly, why?

Was he going to cook this feathered rat for his dinner, or do something even less honourable with its remains.

I couldn't manage another mouthful of my £2.20 lunchtime special and silently cursed the dirty old cunt as i binned it.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 16:22, Reply)