Joe what is you favourite childhood memory
I have many but one really sticks out
As you know I am a country lad and grew up loving all creatures
Even pikeys
Yes even pikeys
But I really just had one favourite
Was it the foxes
No
Sabre Tooth Tigers
You only find them in cities
Slugs
Not even warm
Then tell me Joe
Pigeons I loved pigeons
Uncle Frank raced them as a hobby
But they always either lost or fucked off to the South of France
I used to help him out with the housekeeping of his pigeons
And shared his excitement when they returned in one piece
One was even given to me
How nice
What did you call him
Rufus
Did he win any races
No
Farmer Jones shot him for shitting on his daughter on her wedding day
How sad were you angry
Yes very
What did you do
I burnt his barn down farm machinery and all
Was he pissed off with you
No he blamed God
What happened
He killed himself
Tractor off a cliff
I did not know that God could drive a tractor
No silly it was Farmer Jones who killed himself
But back to the question
My favourite childhood memory was Trafalgar Square with all its pigeons
There were so many different breeds
I was in heaven
The pigeons were incredibly tame and sat on your arms as you fed them
Daddy took so many photographs of Josie and I which I still have
What about when they shit on you
Did that upset you
I treated it as a blessing my friend
And then it happened
What happened
The pigeons and the chaps who sold the food were outlawed one day
By a cunt who said that they were like rats with wings
There was no argument
It was his way or no way
That was rather Stalinist
Need I say more
What was his name
I chose not to remember it Pete
I think it was Henry Morton Stanley or something
But I never forgave him
As only God forgives you know
Where is he now
In a place where I am pleased to find him
I forgot about him for many years
But recently read a story in a newspaper
Noting that he was suffering from a terminal disease
How dreadful for him
I still wake up crying
What disease is it
I am not sure of its name
Your brain goes to mush
Sufferers spend their days thinking that they are a rosebush
Or a slip road off of the M62
You are really cut up about it Joe
I am under the doctor
Lucky you is she attractive
Plain face but tits to die for
Yours
Mine is a faggot
That is bad luck
I have had a painful boil on my arse
But prefer the pain to visiting Dr Julian
Do you want me to look at it
I thought you would never ask
That is what straight friends are for
I agree
I might even shower
Before you examine me
Joe & Pete