I picked Mrs L up from work yesterday and she pointed out the pair of crows that were busy collecting nesting materials. “They are the ones that bum off the smokers,” she said.
“What, fags?” I asked.
“No,” she laughed, “cake.”
I was disappointed. I had this vision of a couple of crows stood alongside the little huddle of smokers bumming fags. Can you imagine it, a crow asking if you’ve got a light? Oddly enough, I could. I’ve been reading too much Pratchett. It was the sort of thing I imagined Leggy writing a twisted story about. Amused me, anyway…
You can never read too much Pratchett, an impossibility.
I agree never too much Pratchett, have you read steam yet?
I got it for Christmas and it’s in the queue on my reading list, it has finally made it to the top after I finish the book I am reading now.
“Build a man a fire, and he’ll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.”
“Taxation is just a sophisticated way of demanding money with menaces.”
“Always be wary of any helpful item that weighs less than its operating manual.”
All fantastic Pratchett quotes.
According to leggy, they were probably after the ciggy butts for their nests, too. They contain a natural insecticide, apparently….
They’re also pretty biodegradeable too, although I can’t imagine crows knowing more about the environment than your average Watermelon with a degree from a former Polytechnic.
Sorry. It’s just occurred to me that most of my previous sentence may have been complete bollocks.