You know you're in London when...
Many moons ago, my ex and I were standing in line waiting for tickets to a Madonna gig in Earl's Court. Some guy ahead of us puked up on the pavement. You know you're in London when pigeons swoop down to gobble up the chunky bits.

Nice.



Length? Enough to allow a little bout of "bleuuurrgghhh!"
(badfox1 wonders who he's played by this episode on, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 13:12, 1 reply)

^ excellent
my son did something similar. One Sunday morning I took my kids (who were at the age when they had just started school) to a cafe that was tacked onto the side of the local Kwik Save and bought them all a cooked breakfast. They loved it.

As we left, we got across the car park, when my eldest (who was 6) brought up the lot in one yoik.
"Are you feeling better now?" I asked
" yes" he replied and we carried on walking. He turned around to look and told him to stop staring at it.
"But some birds have come down to eat it." he said
"Nevermind, come on. I want to get home."
"but one of them's got a bit of the egg." he replied
I tried really hard not to laugh.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 13:29, closed)