Sup cheeps!? It’s
me, Ollie The Pigeon. For those who don’t
remember me, I urge you to read this, or perhaps you’d like to read my daily
life updates here.
Anyway, something really weird happened to me the other
day which I wanted to share with you all.
Sure, my daily struggles through the urban jungle might seem a little
weird to you humans, but I’m talking about something exceptionally strange.
The morning started off typically enough. I awoke to find that only three new ticks had
taken residence under my wing, then one of my best mates, Barry Fleece was
squished to pieces by an oncoming bus.
All in all, it was a great start to the day since we all got a free
breakfast from Barry’s entrails.
As lunch time rolled around, I waddled over to my favourite
bin to fix myself a snack. For those who
are interested, the best place to eat around my way is definitely the bin
opposite Burger King on Victoria Street.
It’s where all the Burger King wrappers get thrown, so quite often there’s
some tantalising grilled cheese to be pecked off of a used condom in
there. I’d go as far as to say it’s the
greatest place to eat in the entire world, if we’re not including Greggs shops.
Good eats! |
Anyway, I was shocked and dismayed to find that my
favourite snack outlet had been permanently closed. There was a huge sign on it with
indecipherable hieroglyphs all over it.
I had to go fetch my mate, Dennis Juice (a slug) who can read human
scribbles (who, incidentally, is typing this up for me in exchange for some Kit
Kat foil). According to Dennis, the bin
had been closed by order of mysterious being or entity known as “The Council”. I didn’t know who this Council person is, but
he’d managed to disrupt one of my main food supplies. This would not do. They’d placed a cover over the top which I
couldn’t prise off, no matter how hard I made Dennis try.
Luckily I had a backup plan. I’d simply head over to the churchyard and
beg the old people for pieces of stale bread.
Those suckers always give you something if you stand around long enough
and show off your gammy foot for sympathy.
So there I was, hamming it up for the old codgers,
limping all over the shop and cooing those dulcet tones that melt their hearts,
and yet no one would give me anything.
One elderly bloke actually got up and walked off when I came close,
taking his cheese and onion pasty with him.
I couldn’t understand. This had always
worked in the past, so why weren’t they parting with their baked goods?
A little while later, I noticed another one of those baffling
signs attached to a streetlight nearby.
Dennis told me that the sign said “Please do not feed the pigeons”. This was another notice from “The Council”. Who was this Council and why was he pursuing
this vendetta against me? It seemed that
everywhere I turn, The Council were coming in and making my life a misery.
Feeling sorry for myself, I decided to go the nearby
hangout spot and ask my mates about this Council fella, see if anyone knew
anything. You want to know where pigeons
like to hang out? The ledge above Next
is a great spot to relax, shoot the shit with other like-minded individuals,
and shit on humans who are particularly ugly.
Anyway, when I got to the ledge, I discovered that someone had put these
little spikes all over it. This had us
all confused and we flew around in circles for three hours trying to figure out
what the fuck was happening. We couldn’t
land. It was really scary. Then someone had the idea to go and land on
another building which saved us all from dying of exhaustion. Honestly, whoever had that brainwave pretty
much saved our lives that day.
Here's me dicing with death |
There was no doubt in my mind that the nefarious Council
was behind this heinous act of criminality.
I needed to find out more about this Council creature. What does it eat? Does it gain sustenance from my eternal
misery? What kinds of elemental magic is
it weak against? Anything I could find
would help me understand what I was up against.
That’s why Dennis and I broke into the local library to access their
computer. We snuck in through an open
window and began our search for The Council online.
What we found out shocked us to our core. I’m not sure how much you humans know, but
you all have a local council who are basically your overlords. They clean away your waste, tarmac your
roads, and give you local services. In
return, they ask for total and utter subservience. You have to hand over “Council Tax” money
otherwise they’ll send you to jail. They
also make decisions on your behalf, without consulting you.
Humans, we need to work together to overthrow these
Councils and their bullshit. They are
fat cats, growing large and wealthy off of your tax money, and I hate
cats! I knew this cat called Christopher
Mange who’d howl all night and was a right bell end. Do you want to allow this type of behaviour
to continue? Please join my cause. I’m starting an underground resistance
movement which so far consists of me, Dennis the Slug, and Christopher the cat,
although we’ll kick him out as soon as he serves his purpose. Let me know if you’ll help me, then we’ll
march on the Council offices and cover their windows in birdshit. Viva la resistance!
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Ollie The Pigeon is a Twitter side project of mine. If you want to hear his words shortened down to 160 characters, follow him here @Olliethepigeon. He's quite outspoken and will probably follow you back if you tell him you came from here.
RIP Barry, we hardly knew ye. How did Dennis learn to read human words?
ReplyDeleteI actually will join the fight with Ollie. Who do they think they are, taking the pigeons land then setting up spikes and telling people not to feed the poor animals that we made into transients?
I plugged Denis into an ethernet port once, just to see what would happen. It turns out that slugs have the natural ability to download Dictionary.com onto themselves, whatever that means.
DeleteThanks for joining the fight. The first step is to stop paying council tax. Do that, then await my instructions.
So if we don't feed the pigeons, how are they supposed to eat? Get a job like the rest of us? Because last I checked, they won't let pigeons hold stable jobs either. This world is so prejudiced. It's disgusting.
ReplyDeleteI found out that Germans actually pay to be shat on, so I thought that might be a great place to start a business. Unfortunately, they don't let pigeons ride the Eurostar, so I couldn't even get there.
DeleteI love Ollie, and other pigeons for that matter. I don't care when I see something telling me not to feed the pigeons, the poor little guys need something to eat. I don't agree with putting spikes on roofs either, it just seems way too far. I'd happily join Ollie in his quest against these council blokes.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the resistance. Since you like to feed pigeons, you can be in charge of munitions and rationing. I hope you enjoy regular trips to Greggs.
DeleteI'll join your cause. With loss of pigeons comes loss of jobs. If their are no pigeons to poop on windows, then there's no need for window washers. With no window washers comes the lack of need for windows. We'll all eventually be forced to serve our overlords in windowless, grey enclosures. Viva la resistance, indeed!
ReplyDeleteExactly, we pigeons are a delicate part of the urban ecosystem. We even spread our innards over your highways, encouraging local authorities to maintain your roads. We also consume litter.
DeleteIt's not been that long since I was caught up in the exploits of Dr. Malevolent and his dastardly ways. Being a nameless henchman isn't all it's cracked up to be. What positions are open in this resistance of yours? Is there anything in Admin? I could organise the secret Santa if nobody else wants to.
ReplyDeleteI can give you a job as my secretary as long as you promise to wear short skirts and bend over the photocopier. Also, can you provide a photocopier?
DeleteMust not laugh...loose pelvic floor muscles...uh-oh...too late.
ReplyDeleteI'm in! Just as soon as I cancel my 'Rats up a drainpipe' membership. Pooping on windows has got to be better than crawling through human feces...though I know this one guy...
Rats? Don't mention rats around pigeons. They have a tendency to steal eggs out of our nests and always steal copies of the Evening Standard before we've had chance to read them!
DeleteI am with you Ollie, we feed your country cousins here they are OK although there is one who seems to have it in for all the others and tries to eat all the food himself, I though you pigeons sort of stuck together.
ReplyDeleteI hope you plan to use your twitter account to complain to the council, and what about starting a FB page, collect a few thousand names supporting the cause. Have you written to the local press I can see them liking a story with a bit of human interest (sorry Pigeon interest).
Maybe you could team up with some of those Urban Foxes and start some sort of Gorilla movement . . . . . . .. The Burger King Kong Gorilla's of Beckham.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMKsR_wUSfA
DeleteOh yeah, great idea to team up with foxes! I'm sure they won't murder us in our sleep or anything!
DeleteAlthough, I like the idea of complaining to local government over Twitter. Know of any good accounts I can get in touch with?
OK what about teaming up with Urban Rabbits although they are not really very street cred...
DeleteHilarious posting well except the sad news about Barry. You should also watch to see what cars they drive for pooping on too. Viva la resistance!
ReplyDeleteIt's not pooping it's "tactical aerial assault". Also, Barry was an insufferable idiot. I just call him my best friend because he owed me a lot of money.
DeleteO really; Ollie I think I have been put in your spam again . . . . DAMN . . . . .I bet you love a bit of Spam
ReplyDeleteYou really should stop trying to sell me viagra...
DeleteI think i'd prefer pigeon poo to pigeon impaled-on-a-spike. Poor ollie.
ReplyDeleteAt least he has his twitter.. I did enjoy his celebrity harassment antics on the last post
If you'd like to donate to the Poor Ollie Foundation, please fill and envelope with breadcrumbs and send them to:
DeleteOllie The Pigeon
Medical Waste Bin 2
Royal Infirmary
Thanks
I think there is plenty of hatred in the world without focusing on pigeons
ReplyDeleteYes, but pigeons are people too! Except for the fact that they are birds, of course.
DeleteHey Addman, I just left you an award on my blog because you rock!
ReplyDeleteWoo hoo! Thanks very much, I'll just slip into my tux and prepare a speech, then I'll come and accept it.
DeleteOf course! I always wondered what the natural enemy of a pigeon was.
ReplyDeleteA council!
Pigeons are disgusting. Rats of the sky, and all that. Do you remember Roald Dahl books, where people ate pigeon pie? I bet he never even saw a real-life pigeon! EWW!
Woah woah woah, if you're pigeon hater, you're in the wrong place bud.
DeleteI guess haters gonna hate.
;)
Pigeons of the world should unite and launch an attack on the council. With a large enough force, there should be no problem reclaiming your rightful place on the ledge and your favorite diners!
ReplyDeleteViva la resistance!
Exactly! I'm going to lead trails of breadcrumbs everywhere to lead other pigeons to the battleground.
DeleteWho am I kidding? I'll eat all the breadcrumbs.
Maybe you should arm yourself. Now I know in England you can only have a stick or something, but if you fly to America you can pick up an automatic weapon to fight the oppression of the "council".
ReplyDeleteIn England you need a license for a potato peeler, so weaponry might be difficult to come by. The best way to do battle in England is to roll up a newspaper and thwap someone round the back of the head, whilst saying "Oh Dennis! I strongly recommend a duel!"
DeleteA duel consists of trying to solve a Countdown Conundrum faster than your opponent.
Poor Ollie...perhaps he should make his love advice gig into a lucrative "Council 2013" rampage, à la Kony 2012.
ReplyDelete-Barb
Yes! Council 2013 sounds like a great idea! Then, like the guy who promoted Kony, I can have a nervous breakdown and masturbate at traffic!
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