tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2723366161161221902024-02-07T02:10:19.933+00:00Kingdom of TrevorLike Kingdom of Leather, but with a small clay pigeon called Trevor, and no sofasPurple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-28997400471806153692007-10-31T19:52:00.001+00:002008-12-10T20:45:49.658+00:00Spooky.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZMcitiiKAFzFsmEzKGIe30ZtIAZBb0lzLV76K8s8yResnMHxTQzSzpVkwEmy4PKN_IAkMssnwvv89fEf69GA0TAysUmyWj46PF5aBA6pghPZkTajtHB8Q2DcsEqK4xyYgwnXqCy-pNo/s1600-h/S7001765.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127591208175613554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZMcitiiKAFzFsmEzKGIe30ZtIAZBb0lzLV76K8s8yResnMHxTQzSzpVkwEmy4PKN_IAkMssnwvv89fEf69GA0TAysUmyWj46PF5aBA6pghPZkTajtHB8Q2DcsEqK4xyYgwnXqCy-pNo/s320/S7001765.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">The Pigeon Lady stole my pic and put it on her blog. She is so unoriginal. Half the things she puts on her blog are things I've said to her, anyway.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">I'm off to the town centre tonight for a Halloween bash. There should be plenty going on, plus lots of food to peck at!</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Apparently</span> me being a cat is really funny, but i don't really get it. I mean, Graham is going as a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Storm</span> Trooper, and they don't make many pigeon sized costumes. And we all know that Storm Troopers are against pigeons.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">Anyway, Have a good Halloween, kids! And I will return with the daring tale of how i got out of that massive pile of sand!</span></div>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-65025102149399052262007-09-20T20:58:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:45:50.124+00:00Kevin's Covert Operation Part 3Part Three of Kevin's Report uncovers the tedious boredom our Pigeon Lady has to face. Kevin.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">Thank You Trevor, and I hope you escape from that big pile of sand soon. Well, as you can see, I'm back in the office, and I have found a fellow undercover reporter. This is Merrill, and he is a mouse</span>.<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjL8d0Vier0HHUo14_AyuujCtEZvobNaGgUw739fayXTw6Zi5C9JwFFAogYhIuD7WsWvoHNhMu6oRE-wG5B2NSKRsLj2oFk7HAIX4cIA5VHUB8fslqutbPhndSMcm7v2gAWvqWBQdyB7U/s1600-h/SP_A0533.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112380547258985586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjL8d0Vier0HHUo14_AyuujCtEZvobNaGgUw739fayXTw6Zi5C9JwFFAogYhIuD7WsWvoHNhMu6oRE-wG5B2NSKRsLj2oFk7HAIX4cIA5VHUB8fslqutbPhndSMcm7v2gAWvqWBQdyB7U/s320/SP_A0533.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffff66;">Merrill is investigating the abuse of mice in the workplace, and how they are being used as slaves, often to the extent of rendering them into cybermice against their will. The plight of mice in laboratories are well known, but this mistreatment of mice is still overlooked, and as Merrill tells me, any of the mice in this office would love to wear a bit of lippy if it meant that they could stop being made to roll around on their balls all day.</span></p><p> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112380542964018274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP_kg2xE7dFn2NiPsnFbTZl5WnbeUhIKTpyJ_g1U1PAf6p8Io1BPRY52NsDo0LLGoymeWt9kTHpB_oqv-BXqEf6fp329edOT177M9qdno8OxCdTbxcHSvhgo7uGQ6ZQO2M4JqGUfmAE9Q/s320/SP_A0532.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#ffff66;">This gadget appears to be new. The Pigeon Lady appears to enjoy stamping lots of bits of paper with it, and gets a gleeful look in her eye when doing in. Sometimes when the bitchy manager is talking to her in a patronising way, a fancy that i see the same gleeful glimmer in her eye, like she is imagining stamping the aforementioned managers head with it. But this is only speculation so don't quote me on that.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUji5uknjgkCxd9ONsb1IYUgmUfrZdawRs5XDzjt6ZYztdCKXiyqcV_7Cew9ALSiwnQoEuaIa5fI0XzfzikELQjzU1WZv0-0IWZAc3DvZ9Z-Vn1jm6Gj9EL73ekJHFj2H5SS5Pxka3z2c/s1600-h/SP_A0534.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112380547258985602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUji5uknjgkCxd9ONsb1IYUgmUfrZdawRs5XDzjt6ZYztdCKXiyqcV_7Cew9ALSiwnQoEuaIa5fI0XzfzikELQjzU1WZv0-0IWZAc3DvZ9Z-Vn1jm6Gj9EL73ekJHFj2H5SS5Pxka3z2c/s320/SP_A0534.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffff66;">It seems that The Pigeon Lady still has not developed any sort of taste when it comes to mug choice. This effort is nearly as bad as the first, with the same boring, uninspired pattern. The only thing that is improved is that the mug is much larger than the first, thus allowing more tea. Only time will tell if ugly mugs are going to be a recurring theme in this sorry tale.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff66;">This was Kevin Pigeon, reporting for Kingdom of Trevor, from the Office.<br /></span></p>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-83001443330955229422007-09-16T18:56:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:45:51.149+00:00Sutton-on-SeaWell, here I am! Stop panicking everybody! Your favourite mini pigeon has not been made into a pie, caught by anyone from Wacky Races or indeed encountered any other mishaps that befall unwary pigeons. Well, apart from this:<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6qojNzwkRPmpOnJKMmeUl1WDUSYFEBEj-T_Tk_R0oUdtHp6kTUNKRH5tt_hpLXqYMV1lCmCU-GsCQV6dP-k32tqf0PecsZsvmLngn62GVl4YhBNwZvfr3mQhPc3cvjCnP9Nc7JWmtWs/s1600-h/S7001727s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110874930782143074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6qojNzwkRPmpOnJKMmeUl1WDUSYFEBEj-T_Tk_R0oUdtHp6kTUNKRH5tt_hpLXqYMV1lCmCU-GsCQV6dP-k32tqf0PecsZsvmLngn62GVl4YhBNwZvfr3mQhPc3cvjCnP9Nc7JWmtWs/s320/S7001727s.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yes, ha-bleeding-ha. Just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cuz</span> we go to the beach, the Pigeon Lady thinks its hilarious to bury me. It's not. I got sand everywhere. These fathers are dry clean only you know.</div><div> </div><div>Anyway, she quickly gets bored, and wanders off to look for shells, and so I'm left to my own devices. So, whats a pigeon to do, alone on a beach, with only a mental and her mother for company? Well, as the only vaguely intelligent life form (the seagulls are most unrefined), I claim the beach on behalf of The Kingdom. Its now ours, folks.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110874737508614722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfxhAJIV4xv7Wycb9bVGBfIKcFdxbOtx-wcO0Lj0VebZN0vnEhyphenhyphenQbGwbQIQiniROx4SlKDE9CpMG74_v4j23Mfld6viPj0pqzAgKprunQ6Co1X_URz41GmM-nAEeIVAalFtDy9u73V60A/s320/SP_A0549.jpg" border="0" />And what is a Kingdom, without a castle??<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_rH0aIDRyHz-zobguRxpqcxQVxZ2ejp6MIMHuovUS27g_a_h60ATIoIzCeWDTwuVtXN-Daykmg4A-OsvOU6peXf9mqTJLliiiknGGx9UxefQ4wC0EYw4Jv2mUmlMASzabaxHiEC3AWM/s1600-h/S7001726s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110874823407960658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_rH0aIDRyHz-zobguRxpqcxQVxZ2ejp6MIMHuovUS27g_a_h60ATIoIzCeWDTwuVtXN-Daykmg4A-OsvOU6peXf9mqTJLliiiknGGx9UxefQ4wC0EYw4Jv2mUmlMASzabaxHiEC3AWM/s320/S7001726s.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yeah, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span>, so its not much of a castle, but it has a moat. I was going to build a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">truly</span> magnificent palace, with turrets, and a drawbridge, but the sand wasn't wet enough. And I'm not going to the sea to lug a bucketful of water back, because the salt plays havoc with my plumage. </div><div> </div><div>Bored with my mound-of-sand-castle, I do what everyone does on the beach (I'm sure) and dig a big hole.<br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110875042451292786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5BWMqDW9sD74SmKincomK7Ay8Uw1iN1RnGdITW-Baay9NahVfyEnhmFYJgdZ-H8W5890l3X3Q9aiHPaov6WxWapVOJgN0tzqJXoKywkw8KOb1ZraJDlSDQgChQZDuXYVh9w9MwTkq24/s320/S7001732s.jpg" border="0" />EEK!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP20YoQQtQc5pTTYhZ-hFCjqVpS-sqv3UeFYr_i43CpouaVf5CbDH__AHcyJ346ZfqRvVk-1oDTraniEoKzuLnFH1wHbwXHBf07UrwGYPbTSVWHNLDMCKzpodAEkK7DH1I8NbNItWzK5g/s1600-h/SP_A0541.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110874088968553010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP20YoQQtQc5pTTYhZ-hFCjqVpS-sqv3UeFYr_i43CpouaVf5CbDH__AHcyJ346ZfqRvVk-1oDTraniEoKzuLnFH1wHbwXHBf07UrwGYPbTSVWHNLDMCKzpodAEkK7DH1I8NbNItWzK5g/s320/SP_A0541.jpg" border="0" /></a> Oh no!! a cave in! I should have known that this sand was too dry!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmffxv-1vH5oaHzk83lYIJGMj4piPFJUwkRXdx9mAZc1TXUXM42JkgqWpuX627K4aFR8jrj69bbjQ1pQa2PlH7fiKLFTL3EoQeIynqrfOjeUAdazTLEU-ca1H5G6qbGIKJKNfrUnieE6w/s1600-h/SP_A0542.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110873947234632226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmffxv-1vH5oaHzk83lYIJGMj4piPFJUwkRXdx9mAZc1TXUXM42JkgqWpuX627K4aFR8jrj69bbjQ1pQa2PlH7fiKLFTL3EoQeIynqrfOjeUAdazTLEU-ca1H5G6qbGIKJKNfrUnieE6w/s320/SP_A0542.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Will Trevor escape? Will he get the sand out of his feathers?? Will the seagulls ever learn to talk in polite conversation??? Find out in the next episode of.......KINGDOM OF TREVOR!!</div><div> </div><div>*Cue the music*<br /></div><div>d-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">nur</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">nur</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nur</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">nur</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">nur</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">nur</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">nur</span></div><div>TREVOR!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-57496753272460738242007-08-26T19:05:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:45:52.907+00:00WhitbyHere we are, in Drizzly Whitby<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTIg74Tp6f1x7hsIC0DovksTtW1BN1zUaWQxSJvpoBOlJEmUk1-ZHbl1Hi53IHuHNexwxQ5VvmXQA6F9LK4nZppczhCRkGQvezHQW8UouBdpBLmJ7S2mpw54gnGRgGDUgxh5HeISIdHFI/s1600-h/S7001629.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103075965756584034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTIg74Tp6f1x7hsIC0DovksTtW1BN1zUaWQxSJvpoBOlJEmUk1-ZHbl1Hi53IHuHNexwxQ5VvmXQA6F9LK4nZppczhCRkGQvezHQW8UouBdpBLmJ7S2mpw54gnGRgGDUgxh5HeISIdHFI/s320/S7001629.jpg" border="0" /></a> If you can look in the distance, you can see the Abbey, shrouded in damp drizzle. To get to it we have to traverse tat shops on this side of the valley, goth shops, trinketty shops and more tat shops on the other side (after crossing the harbour bridge) and then....<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103075811137761362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5RZdBgPp8tLgaS2IT3igHT-mX7BgHnTKKbJvDYsszX-PAPrLozsX-FZkUO3ctJiBRCAuXqicByGARIhDwp_pmiYhGpe-9QOET0PE1PJs9Ev2_BQDvTTuSvgL2CxyrTGx3sd1Xya9fCk/s320/S7001634.jpg" border="0" /><br />Up a, quite frankly, taking-the-piss amount of steps. It was the Pigeon Lady's idea to come up to the Abbey, but did she stop for five minutes and think of my little legs? No. I don't even have legs, just two feet on the bottom of my body. She didn't even offer me a ride in her pocket until i had a tantrum and pointed out that i was easy meat to a seagull. Easy meat, my friend!!<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103075806842794050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXodZ3nhUb6Tyz1_c9RE6bCbStnz78K4xBBAkKcGZ-vmWOosE_E9hdl_ntquCx4d9WdMtyQlTlmfW5NwHWGZPUw0ZdZ3W_8bXNqflG50WM00jC5IEEWIqK70NP9et3-MD0hOxaA90DqAA/s320/S7001637.jpg" border="0" /><br />Got to the top of the steps, and sat down for a breather. It wasn't until I got my breath back that i realised that i was sitting on a gravestone, and that i would probably be cursed for using someones memorial as little more than a bench. Ooopsie. Didn't see any ghosts, which is probably for the best, as i don't think Victorian dead people would really be able to grasp what I'm about. They used to eat pigeon didn't they??? Victorian people, that is, not dead people.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103075806842794034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xv-_8GrVPykpYUB9ZcXFd5ZhA1BjcbclUgUSqUk5L9wuCvvSxbrUTbhNxkyADIu2WeGovZL-uuvTUKdyHQiJRGXnptDNGfNPjXcA8SZAk62lMWTCrvBgST-3HWroHHRPD3OaXloas74/s320/S7001649.jpg" border="0" /><br />Ah yes, finally reached the Abbey. The reason i look so shocked is because I had just seen a tourist wearing the most alarmingly coloured cagoule. Nothing to worry about. Then it was back down the steps and thankfully, to the chip shop!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103075806842794018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8H131_dWOLnhFzegqTjhlbu1bvSa0uaKJgglNlAlEwsTklgzqetqhqMmMk0Y2EZRHklsEEJhdNTGbkbRmjXiQWVn-81URuwPg3D541kxxnlbyY6hop5xvXFEPDtnOfTf5PZtvZWQbSns/s320/S7001657.jpg" border="0" /> Where is the food, where is the food where is it??? Warmed myself up with a nice cup of tea, and admired the salt and vinegar. After a while i went into a bit of a hunger induced trance, which accounts for the gazed look in my eye.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEgGE2hQVCeqXblL1sWdYprRrNWKKMv5wS9UnJI2EEfiaVC2tD7dS-oGIPvVtdJkZfWgeP_LZhw1-H0vwcXxeagYikLLtRvoyu2yVZoCTy66Uqyb9JAkprq_vcGJB31JE2hhulZAwy0s/s1600-h/S7001662.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103075802547826706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEgGE2hQVCeqXblL1sWdYprRrNWKKMv5wS9UnJI2EEfiaVC2tD7dS-oGIPvVtdJkZfWgeP_LZhw1-H0vwcXxeagYikLLtRvoyu2yVZoCTy66Uqyb9JAkprq_vcGJB31JE2hhulZAwy0s/s320/S7001662.jpg" border="0" /></a> Huzzah! Food! That cheeky coo managed to distract me with a shiny bit of tinfoil and scoffed half of the fish before I even noticed, so I told her that there was a baby pigeon stood on the windowsill, and while she looked....<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2bvBzfLh2OOUVtjInb-2-1vX3TiqoSZBwTjs1y0hY7FmU3yaumtmb9-p1BA9CYJ0DKbz5mZ1TFNoB-UaE5tV3d8pHcTfXKq5BVKHm5YpaAdFI7rxwXWG9MskCZ8_jJoSLxGUYQ5T3Sg/s1600-h/S7001663.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103075390230966274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2bvBzfLh2OOUVtjInb-2-1vX3TiqoSZBwTjs1y0hY7FmU3yaumtmb9-p1BA9CYJ0DKbz5mZ1TFNoB-UaE5tV3d8pHcTfXKq5BVKHm5YpaAdFI7rxwXWG9MskCZ8_jJoSLxGUYQ5T3Sg/s320/S7001663.jpg" border="0" /></a> I took what was rightfully mine!! That'll teach her to be greedy and gullible!!!</div><div> </div><div>And, i hear you ask, where was Kevin through all of this? Well, after his days at work, he was just too tired, and fell asleep on the way here.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOGaXaQW0cBohBywnFsDQwYfp9qhx9oLYoHk7w2O-T5tUq3tsyr8Wzxkmbx0c3z8-BUgoRm5O64FwgnzdIlYA5MpoFvloN9pofB3VVt6MJCQqDZxRVdN8dvZqVU7Gq3fs2aGF1WGm-0c/s1600-h/S70016672.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103074887719792626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOGaXaQW0cBohBywnFsDQwYfp9qhx9oLYoHk7w2O-T5tUq3tsyr8Wzxkmbx0c3z8-BUgoRm5O64FwgnzdIlYA5MpoFvloN9pofB3VVt6MJCQqDZxRVdN8dvZqVU7Gq3fs2aGF1WGm-0c/s320/S70016672.jpg" border="0" /></a> I tried to wake him, but he insisted on sleeping the whole day, and only woke up on the way back, when he demanded some Doritos. We didn't have any, so he had to settle for some cranberry wheats when we got home.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-55401316621664665092007-08-24T21:45:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:45:55.461+00:00Robin Hoods BayWell, here I am, back in the saddle, off on another adventure. I have to say that the weather is looking a little dodgy, but I'm confident it will perk up.<br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYg91BXNaKGh3gTtrErYPs0MM7zMOmVkPQmbILXRNO23gwWSYxJTqQccI1lwTL3VThf10wVW5bY_sbCnE7zRuGQvhcCYAvf19qJfClL1e2iIwcdJuc3sJqhssHNAisV4rKPndiuSpRck4/s1600-h/S7001592.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102372454408466114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYg91BXNaKGh3gTtrErYPs0MM7zMOmVkPQmbILXRNO23gwWSYxJTqQccI1lwTL3VThf10wVW5bY_sbCnE7zRuGQvhcCYAvf19qJfClL1e2iIwcdJuc3sJqhssHNAisV4rKPndiuSpRck4/s320/S7001592.jpg" border="0" /></a> From my vantage point at the car window, I can see the drizzle, which is ....... lovely. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ish</span>. Anyway, after a couple of hours driving, a few fruit gums and a jolly sing song about how we do like to be beside the seaside (oh we do like to be beside the sea) we reached a rather curious place called the Hole Of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Horcum</span>.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102372591847419618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XAh2bsiptFUb9tHhsPs9sujKW7GfV8vYz7zU-pS7emsewBId7AYUARvCSr18f1Vw_eRAR-DAxXpUxhp-xqGLof82gCfVK5aqhCjmavdz80_xRmBdPu7KqIgMuMTh6S1gfrMww87lW_U/s320/S7001600.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>As you can see, its a... big hole in the ground. It looked quite dramatic with all the purple heather across the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hillside</span>, so the Pigeon Lady was happy (being a bit loopy about purple and what-have-you). We came across this sign, which brought new meaning to the name 'Hole of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Horcum</span>'. </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102372454408466130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Q5wbU7TR6vYw9WztPOst8T8JZ_6xcuWqMGetzlNlkh4Jxhar0_eAOyW8r3wmTwq8eLmgQQUL2EU3mqVxV1h5cpHbWHUtqNjscZUupDyMtXvXJqrbYnjLe8MSh9xZ40UMqjnc6MrBgwA/s320/S7001596.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Don't know what heather and sweeping landscapes have to do with lesbians though. No offence girls! </div><div> </div><div>Back in the car, and soon we reached Robin Hoods Bay. There it is, look.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102372596142386930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNHGEl9TGy-kXpMrUA75Jdu6sb7j61_h9zsJHuC2cPvvqjQabbvEQu9Y_rTVSZl9LLaoH3ONTEM66OSU__oqz_x7j2km4wm0SI6yAd74iO1pSlaTfp9P8nAA1kpUMJLcKzzF-4_h3y5c/s320/S7001604.jpg" border="0" />And the reason I'm not actually looking through the binoculars is that i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">don't</span> really see the point in paying money to see further into the sea than you can by just looking at it. It would still look the same. Its the sea.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102372793710882562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8c44hQwf8Yjgh-ysVHLlADSDAkCj9XD9L1SGvulLmUqpLnbbGQnrQkSx48kAr5GTaEMcHmUaACcS3nT3FDWH_mCS0zmw8POrm0_-YaoS-UVe1pt8Q7Z5-8Tn56scBJRcwoEXycTIr6U/s320/S7001605.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>More inspiring sea <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">scapery</span> there.</div><div> </div><div>As to why the place is called Robin Hoods Bay when clearly it is nowhere near Sherwood Forest, I'm sure i will never know. There were probably places in the town that boasted some random tale about how he once sailed a boat into the bay, but i think <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">that's</span> rather a thin argument for naming the bay after him.</div><div> </div><div>Then, we went down on to the beach to look for hermit crabs. The Pigeon Lady was quite keen to find them, as last year when she came here, the place was teeming with them, though she was pissed off her face on Strongbow at the time and could have imagined the whole thing. We didn't find any hermit crabs, but did find a couple of normal crabs. </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102372798005849874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKrSitoBTpa7MAMGkqhTajuTa4NnuhoWFODUIrZKd5JWD5xH6bb-CG4AFmfAn3IGJ9c7BpUR2RfPxMzoohDftlhK1NByJuESbVp3m1z3MN6DiXKjE65BteG3zrCY3x_8Z5l5TWW9CEjiU/s320/S7001611.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Here i am, not finding any hermit crabs. Though i reckon Pets at Home <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">must've</span> nicked them all, as you can now buy them there, along with stick insects, amongst the usual hamsters, guinea pigs and rabbits.</div><div> </div><div>After all that fresh air and excitement, we were ready for some nosh. I must say, i do get impatient, and had to amuse myself with the rather dull condiments.</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102372798005849890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMpHWlu-KQwfj2nD1yyVjTd0jDVPnAXvriUrW1F8WvQrZaSmZYiqnZeDh57WrD-TpgSPDlCOzUlqG4RArArJmxdHT3Onz_RHW5Ols3WB12DYgfSmbj3gw-pCuGrOcxuMN2mtFxuhrIWRI/s320/S7001614.jpg" border="0" />Nice colour coding with my feathers there. We started out sat outside, but them moved in when it started to rain. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Chuffing</span> British coastal weather, i tell you...</div><div> </div><div>Food at last!<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102373004164280114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOiTYanAtv-Iyzl6O4sZ8ZvhBoy2JcuHsLTpuUBSUInOtsiqRJXMjcQ-ALfynZ48xKkNukUb4jffQkQCHeIPZY_1mx3AWzHoqgrYRElP3eNUxwsDUnI0KB4c3JMlV30ABkKxPjmZ9H3co/s320/S7001617.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><p> </p><p>Ah, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">that's</span> better. That's set me up a treat.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102373004164280130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlC9hlwNmrhi06cbh838yT2gT4IvEHVxMDvouiTR5wU-ze7m_fCYoFekhPYRzi_d5p_nBHRMnnTxtOgD-eGqnwruqO2eQIsDbPbB9-EMgDroVfhr7gdS66XZ-e45OgncAqS46uI3fveY/s320/S7001618.jpg" border="0" /></p><p> </p><p>After being as full as a very fat pig, i could just about muster the energy to pose next to a quite odd and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">disturbing</span> sculpture thing. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Don't</span> ask me what it is. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">don't</span> know.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102373012754214738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3WjLKLICWNDsND4OJe6VlSz3bVxALI_-IEdR_TjT4bBerI3lyGj4JBT2nn4EybksD9PFc9AGLWFyakbobaqkHPePwdzzL1K2m9vWtzdkuM8VFhvXez6yxWv_z8-P9BGAGM_kp2h0gfJU/s320/S7001625.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Next stop, Whitby!! Later <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Gaters</span>!</p><p> </p>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-54278300998458025972007-08-18T16:02:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:45:55.919+00:00Kevin's Covert Operation Part 2<span style="color:#ffff66;">After exploring the main office, I hitched a ride on the Pigeon Lady as she went to do some filing. We entered a small, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pokey</span> room, stuffed floor to ceiling in files. A daunting prospect. </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXCThGNFfJwxi6ZQ_CBCCbDPw-uX2zyPsz3ugg677yGRdfn86sUVkzYFJm63uFzjP5W8ujSFeBeGE0BR9scghuO2kPXPLjMPh2-SepymizbCiXy78DYRuAaJWT-E77xbfkXcEkZ1MiO30/s1600-h/SP_A0519.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100056397589065362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXCThGNFfJwxi6ZQ_CBCCbDPw-uX2zyPsz3ugg677yGRdfn86sUVkzYFJm63uFzjP5W8ujSFeBeGE0BR9scghuO2kPXPLjMPh2-SepymizbCiXy78DYRuAaJWT-E77xbfkXcEkZ1MiO30/s320/SP_A0519.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffff66;"> This quantity of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">papers</span> was only a tiny fraction of the papers that the Lady had to file away. And as the files were so tightly packed in, pulling them out and pushing them back in was quite a physical job.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRFqPo3GbPUwS_OUuB05G4Y0iN7Mn8eD9WgfMV3k-du6QO2ahBKaTI4egn2izOqkXBDkv5Mfggwww6NR4mF4EGQYc5AT7gXz59R5grX7jG__kayUTIoOzmZx_HFGnFPiWWuXD0935rQ8/s1600-h/SP_A0520.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100056401884032674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRFqPo3GbPUwS_OUuB05G4Y0iN7Mn8eD9WgfMV3k-du6QO2ahBKaTI4egn2izOqkXBDkv5Mfggwww6NR4mF4EGQYc5AT7gXz59R5grX7jG__kayUTIoOzmZx_HFGnFPiWWuXD0935rQ8/s320/SP_A0520.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffff66;"> Spot the Kevin!!! If you can't see me, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> right in the centre. Get your microscopes out!</span><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TuF7ekNEGDXpuNkO0osmS1Ga1wuG_vgy1HJDhsPCTM9oFcTulrFhvd1sOFTMRXxt5Qod5sPt3g_RYdbioG9uI9N1xUjO3ikMZvBpFtaiXCrO_NgmfVEdWZyYzR5Kqyui3lj6EQ4L8xg/s1600-h/SP_A0521.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100056401884032690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TuF7ekNEGDXpuNkO0osmS1Ga1wuG_vgy1HJDhsPCTM9oFcTulrFhvd1sOFTMRXxt5Qod5sPt3g_RYdbioG9uI9N1xUjO3ikMZvBpFtaiXCrO_NgmfVEdWZyYzR5Kqyui3lj6EQ4L8xg/s320/SP_A0521.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffff66;"> After a few hours of this, i was thoroughly bored, and made my escape through an open window. Unfortunately the Lady <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">couldn't</span> follow, as there were bars on the inside of the windows. Tough call. But in these situations, its every pigeon for himself.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#ffff66;">I have picked up during my time in the office that the person whose pigeon hole i found (also called Kevin) is not the most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pleasant</span> person. In fact he's rather creepy and chews food in the most gross and loud way. Unfortunately, we share a name, but I hope that i can bring the name more dignity than this bloke is doing!</span><br /></p>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-52072654747302351262007-08-11T12:33:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:45:56.066+00:00Trevs Google Wander<div>What the hell is<a href="http://pigeonpostbox.co.uk/home.php"> this</a>? I have no idea. Any thoughts? </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And <a href="http://video.google.co.uk/videoplay?docid=4671189383962313073&q=pigeon&total=9530&start=0&num=10&so=0&type=search&plindex=0">this video of a pelican eating a pigeon</a>. Some wag not only felt the need to not protect a poor pigeon, but also felt the need to film it, show a 'hilarious' Do Not Feed the Pelicans sign and then show it again in slow motion. Carnage. I'll have to watch out for Evil Pelicans on my travels.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Oh my god, I would love to live here! Apart from the fact that it's animated, but its a street for pigeons! <a href="http://video.google.co.uk/videoplay?docid=-4818250390978522587&q=pigeon&total=9530&start=0&num=10&so=0&type=search&plindex=3">Pigeon Street </a>rules. I saw one about the Twins Molly and Polly, and there were two pigeon chicks and they named them Molly and Polly after themselves. Imaginative girls, i must say.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097408412043741202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcRSxKr1XmCO18c857kdi78KdMcZ-d3ovikp2aC8kBbOpSgsL4YQgF3BrH0b0Z-kcdt5Bi1YXwhmU3krNAADfOigKQ-W_gt4HXdjd6w2mXMhnHolhxYQI0sNjIqihz3fNevGe5SQwKSe0/s320/title1.jpg" border="0" /></div>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-20210526368399786072007-08-07T20:32:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:45:57.176+00:00Kevin's Covert OperationHello, this is Trevor Pigeon, from Kingdom of Trevor Studios. Today we bring you a special report from our Field Agent, Kevin. Kevin has infiltrated The Pigeon Lady's new place of work, and his report details the conditions of her working environment. This report contains scenes of a graphic nature, that some readers may find disturbing. We now cross over to Kevin, who is has reached the office. Kevin.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"><span style="color:#ffff99;">Thank You Trevor, and as you can see, I am here in the office, at the reasonable hour of 8.41am. I actually arrived at 8.30, but there was an issue of getting out of the bag, which contained a worryingly large can of Heinz Winter Broth.</span><br /></span><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096044944610854850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8l_uoo4u6GFxyAmlr6Ix8X3_yPSsiHqpVton6F9z86gKaANeyl4-qGXj0mKag0hm6_ZLC-yiWZyb_wSZ7PEcjjNl9bLfKrdTXh0Hv3JU7wIIBIFiV0bui0svZ8fIt25MRLP5pEl4Wjq8/s320/SP_A0514.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#ffff99;">As you can see, the temperature is a balmy 20 degrees centigrade, and the computer monitor is relatively tidy and free from clutter. This bodes well for quick movement, but provides little cover from nosy and/or light fingered colleagues of The Pigeon Lady.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff99;">Before long, there was activity. Seems that the tea can be made immediately with ready boiled water on tap. This saves time, and cuts out the need for a kettle. A definite plus for the tea addicts of this world. If the boiling water is dispensed ON TOP of the milk instead of the milk being added after, a delightful frothy effect occurs, in the manner of a 'cappa-tea-no'.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff99;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096044940315887490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim85Rc570X6tRG_lc0VJhBDspkvSezSUIy6QlO3HJIBF2dTN9UME55zuX4HM2_ExVipJWXAISDhkPNuM79RTF-46Fs2uAyOw0IYqSGH3dxFEZbJ1z2JX10P6psnPH5tZAiBaQqtHo09Yo/s320/SP_A0513.jpg" border="0" />As you can see from this harrowing image, The Pigeon Lady has yet to stamp her mark upon the workplace, and is languishing in the realms of unimpressive, boring, and slightly vulgar mug design. The shape of the mug itself is satisfactory, but the gaudy colours and generic patterns renders the overall tea experience uninspiring and unsatisfying.<br /></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff99;">A hoarding nature and lack of challenging mental stimulus for The Pigeon Lady is apparent on the discovery of the beginnings of an impressive rubber band ball. Give this a few more weeks, and it will be hard to fit it in the drawer.</span></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096044940315887506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf68Q_O_oMUqd6Za7x1vrncIOfkvvkh0mfoAfWWqpWGLeeYRSF_rF9y7x3Pl8IJYr3lFlpE2y7D6WiUgI0dff1xTECe1Vkl1ImwTy-Jp3b-YYJIjqtZOkcZtdtD__aiLeeh3uBaxcROoY/s320/SP_A0511.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><span style="color:#ffff99;">The office on the whole gives off a vibe that will not tolerate the comings and goings of a tiny clay pigeon such as myself. It is not so much frowned upon, more that they will not understand and I will be regarded with contempt, scorn, and perhaps even pity. But even in this hostile environment, there is hope of acceptance, as seen from this picture.<br /></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff99;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096044944610854818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistEq9l2p8Wqvf_ETuiekhFgyeViBeaZLga1TXQUJ721nz9iTvJTteWaktqYDcGiXL4RXwUrQ5c6dT10OTtqEh_rLMTwF9iErAPnOlSdXCC9ghtdEXYWyWhLvSncLSJVB4Ke5N1ek8glI/s320/SP_A0509.jpg" border="0" /></span>I<span style="color:#ffff99;"> am stood in what is known as a 'pigeon-hole' and it even is adorned with my name. I suspect that it is another office worker that is called Kevin, but the fact that i, Kevin the pigeon, am in the pigeon hole of Kevin, leads me to believe there may be some welcome to be found for pigeon-kind.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff99;">I did, however, hear a conversation involving some files, and how files are placed ''in your pigeon'' and if someone cannot find something, they are advised to ''look in your pigeon''. I am not sure if i like this custom of placing things within pigeons, because as far as i know, pigeons are not equipped with a pouch of any kind, so placing something within a pigeon would be a violent and painful procedure. Just to be on the safe side, I am going to stay out of sight until i can work out the true nature of this environment.<br /></span></p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096044944610854834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhewbu_sumrmGCrdtLJmkgr-7Fvbabo8_D-olFPuytLiZ5ai5ESHv98owOr5Upxbi2Uw1PahuqpuebkPL9Ma-zdjZIHFfQqRCb9byTRRRDR1TDGDfdDW1kTMHzoshtY60FkF8VBVhtG54o/s320/SP_A0515.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">This has been Kevin Pigeon, reporting for Kingdom of Trevor. Good afternoon</span>.Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-415649795789924812007-08-05T00:53:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:45:57.304+00:00New HQ<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjllQ-8bUbZI1XcCCT65m7-V7hCqkk5z_sRYrv2WdJD5pe3PQmqdT18B0cpNVF_R-9LISe7Vyv7Bb4zsijBk_FgSU7zO7Gxw1Fs_ldZPkrHKT2_5bsjGan1VtWblbjdBng096UNGwgdXa4/s1600-h/SP_A04952.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094998634742974178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjllQ-8bUbZI1XcCCT65m7-V7hCqkk5z_sRYrv2WdJD5pe3PQmqdT18B0cpNVF_R-9LISe7Vyv7Bb4zsijBk_FgSU7zO7Gxw1Fs_ldZPkrHKT2_5bsjGan1VtWblbjdBng096UNGwgdXa4/s320/SP_A04952.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Check out my new building. The hive of Kingdom of Trevor, the new Office Headquarters. Feel free to pop in any time, there's a lovely receptionist called Maureen.</div><div> </div><div>Though please wipe your feet, as I've just had it re-carpeted.</div>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-42845735806840255672007-07-15T19:51:00.001+01:002008-12-10T20:45:57.871+00:00YorkTook a trip to York today, and on the way, met up with the dashboard crew, Bugs and Wilf<br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9cf-I0YyJvDmDQ1tm6iScnFoDGGUiremjkBvs5NwAwBiBYWes4Y_CiplC_ikNJoMm5qyzJrWMrEATyS44dYVn31mJFhegwJi91oAgureYotihCWNH6CSU9oE8FMOHMox80ntWiQAVMAg/s1600-h/S7001549.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087498350313145362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9cf-I0YyJvDmDQ1tm6iScnFoDGGUiremjkBvs5NwAwBiBYWes4Y_CiplC_ikNJoMm5qyzJrWMrEATyS44dYVn31mJFhegwJi91oAgureYotihCWNH6CSU9oE8FMOHMox80ntWiQAVMAg/s320/S7001549.JPG" border="0" /></a> York is a historical town, with many sights, attractions and shops. As it is a rather rainy Sunday and the local pigeon population are, rather sensibly, hiding somewhere dry, I spend a considerable amount of time in a coffee shop.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087498513521902626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhme1_Yr_MRaGz6EpKe1WYdfDasABowmpKfnzQt3dKDZ3U0097v2JgGw8gP9FC5zsTuSaTZnhwtFWje9uUo1ANv6wNs-HJyFAvV7qrtu4WNHs1UBXI2s2gZk0NsVCCWBty1IbRr-rJNOzE/s320/S7001555.JPG" border="0" />Argh!! Tragedy strikes! That dozy, clumsy-ass pigeon lady has only broken off my foot - again!! Jesus, such a ham-fisted cow!<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087498762630005810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBBoAx6wZfk40YD0Wmxjdr3oOuEOq6kg9SKURa60AQYeqczWX3gxbybORLWLtK1OfC1SBaFsc2zI3fblzdpj3FBlxBXk6hIAvBiKmvAQZAV2iW6UJN2BNp7wXxj3u7fcWjmfHabea-dnM/s320/S7001558.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div><br />She had better superglue it back on again!Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-53496075764173501722007-07-12T20:54:00.001+01:002008-12-10T20:45:58.045+00:00Trev's Impressions<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZlhW_F-XiU9oW-93PxyAJR2URxspwbn5LhXxzQWLml2C1NFnYgORGf7az5VN7eHl8xQAM5ubVtmPvLonlIPAIbf-s21bIFV1A9VaVfvsQStwSm0DF_mRL8QaTFzHU6n-m1FMOeivY-c/s1600-h/S7001542.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086401484385223666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZlhW_F-XiU9oW-93PxyAJR2URxspwbn5LhXxzQWLml2C1NFnYgORGf7az5VN7eHl8xQAM5ubVtmPvLonlIPAIbf-s21bIFV1A9VaVfvsQStwSm0DF_mRL8QaTFzHU6n-m1FMOeivY-c/s320/S7001542.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>TREVOR MCDONALD</div>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-33818421542077804212007-07-07T21:42:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:45:58.848+00:00Not Letting the Rain Drag me DownEven though it has been rainy outside, The Pigeon Lady cheered us up the other day by bringing home a ''Pebble Beach Garden''. God she does buy some crap. She said its because she hasn't had time to take me to the beach or do anything else exciting.<br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXxWOawtO-hYLDRs3LbbmY9R7heMOakeM6-c1oZWaVSvpcJytsEha3l4Nne8qvr37sg0rG-J2nAFl4HUkA-75DejRXSrWdqRDXth19f6tJAugfOW1qGlChJyZBtw8x_Zjy7jLZ9eiX2dE/s1600-h/S7001516.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084562438003105218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXxWOawtO-hYLDRs3LbbmY9R7heMOakeM6-c1oZWaVSvpcJytsEha3l4Nne8qvr37sg0rG-J2nAFl4HUkA-75DejRXSrWdqRDXth19f6tJAugfOW1qGlChJyZBtw8x_Zjy7jLZ9eiX2dE/s320/S7001516.JPG" border="0" /></a> So she dumped me and Kev in it like two children being dumped in a sand pit, and she buggered of. She wouldn't even let me have some water so I could make a sand castle. Said she was too busy ''doing something important'' involving faffing about with a guinea pig run. Puh. So in rebellion i played ''burying the smallest member of the group''. </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084562553967222226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oG357jiAWjJVm0weXXuYIYolbNrWvDdn644_AT9S4m3A8965afGhhI3naD3ZHlufUnRl_mMwon0LjaKZMM3axg14ZLGH5aDjkhXwqu28TJIPus5kHasQuF-ObP23O5OYllnoGm4v6Go/s320/S7001521.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>That got boring after a while, and while Kev was shaking out his feather, muttering in a high pitched voice, some careless person wandered past and lost a flip flop. We were mostly horrified by the shocking pattern. Not classy. </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084562949104213490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9M1gK9Ly6rRDD-QATj6ZEsPFKch0RqT3CpsB1tBfuE5oeQBQUOt69tzNIxwr6IyBf7QTT9GcYdumvnpbewWtUdMM1hsIWmOwLOWthk4E31rcuHksz2rQJ8um3ZIi2362ctHGsHQ_QA0/s320/S7001524.JPG" border="0" />But then I realised it was colour coded with my blog (blue and orange) so Kev spent a while laughing at me about that. I threatened to bury him again and was just about to when a seagull crashed our beach party</div><div> </div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084562811665260002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNGpQnT2MeHIQer9_LyRr_45R2w4iupb9IWZEPZp6h8FAH6HXSS9U3ZqEzflWmtLZsqqFIOFZtG1Mu-qxZnikJJHfZwsBkACt5onfniWh7XWAPKaB0rk4ZncTYj6p8FIICPJdqcGCISvA/s320/S7001522.JPG" border="0" />He said his name was Nigel, and we had a good ole chat. You see, we pigeons have a lot in common with seagulls, as we are both considered pests, but when you get to know us, we have an earthy, twinkly charm. Much like the Irish. We are solid, good old fashioned no nonsense persons. And damn handsome to boot. (this doesn't apply to the Irish. Well, not all of them.) Of course, seagulls are considerably denser than pigeons, as they will eat something the size of their own body in one gulp. Us pigeons have the common sense to chuck it around first to break off small, more manageable bits.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084563035003559426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-IGD9-AGLkI-UwsY7bjNbq_rdojhMJqrtlMmYH-XsnqwevRitK0WEMzMldB4_DMrmH47gZNW3l05Jan-El0NPYdWMI3Yyj8mnJBa06u-vmunVgd1vQTYSxrbDPfAYb5PRWFsLj9IYxkA/s320/S7001525.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><br />When Nigel flew off (we sent our regards to the real seaside crew) i relaxed and bathed in the glow of the clouds strewn skies and 100watt bulb of the Pigeon Lady's bedroom. I might convince her to let us have a campfire at some point.Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-79543583919372093722007-07-01T00:09:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:45:59.120+00:00A Mini Me<div> After <a href="http://pdhelp.blogspot.com/">Philip</a> randomly called me Kevin earlier (not that its a bad thing, its a top name) I thought i would contact my nephew, also named Kevin. After a few emails, he said that he would be able to come up for a visit.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081999145686277554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHuoKjxPGiZdHphIjp5sOaKACK50qkZ8PZUdZ20Ize93W8cpqIVQ8wCSIjf97pZy45ykj_DvHmuman3GUvgAQAfVe9XtCDQJGdrX6nJLeiIFSgVKbp06S0zioNIULeU2gqVrHYFaQ2L2w/s320/S4201373.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><p>Bless his little soul, he's still only a baby pigeon, so he had a bit of a hairy ride over here on the train, as he was nearly abducted by a small girl (well, she was big compared to him) so he pecked her and ran off and hid behind a discarded <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Chewitt</span> wrapper until it was his stop. To prove how tiny he is, this is him stood on a 2p piece:</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081999008247324066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1h5tP_h9SshLrJrd6tEUmVDz2BmmYSYHPU5nZDnsQEEVWf30I0h0d9ZGUfgLN-LC4s7bkI8aFyDCtvlbVn2LS5EWPcuPp9Iupm21hke6AFN5O6kBqhANkdDi2mf4cZ7mmPrRT-auzSPY/s320/S4201376.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>The reason his eyes are shut is because he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hasn't</span> quite grown into his feathers yet, so they obscure his eyes a bit. Makes him look cute and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">squinty</span> though.</p><p> </p><p>Hopefully Me and Kevin will be able to tour the area, checking out new pigeon meeting places.</p><p> </p><p>Also, as you can see, i am completely healed after the wing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">incident</span>. I have also has a new lick of paint and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">reconstructive</span> tie surgery. Its amazing what a bit of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Blu</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Tac</span> can do. Marvellous.</p><p> </p>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-39510416314082534622007-06-25T22:32:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:45:59.327+00:00Other Clay Pigeons in the CosmosWas looking around the net, trying to find like-minded clay pigeons, and found this chap from this random <a href="http://images.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://pictures.spacebar.org/images/thx04/heathers_clay_pigeon.jpg&imgrefurl=http://pictures.spacebar.org/f/a/photo/viewpic/2/365/1/&h=533&w=800&sz=63&hl=en&start=16&tbnid=PL5TCy9C5fmmDM:&tbnh=95&tbnw=143&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dclay%2Bpigeon%26gbv%3D2%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den">site </a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ4aMWTff0V8-l5g6aUu8-8gY5wHweYQ-8zDPmp2V_bvDHFYSZd0OrBJA2vBPX_kM3aVzx-id0JDb00o8ojLJRpex4cWkx2mJ-Jc0Xuc-fRHTuSdTIvMSRrOHGH9JO-TLPdJqjc01LZKk/s1600-h/heathers_clay_pigeon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080118084654602258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ4aMWTff0V8-l5g6aUu8-8gY5wHweYQ-8zDPmp2V_bvDHFYSZd0OrBJA2vBPX_kM3aVzx-id0JDb00o8ojLJRpex4cWkx2mJ-Jc0Xuc-fRHTuSdTIvMSRrOHGH9JO-TLPdJqjc01LZKk/s320/heathers_clay_pigeon.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Apparently</span> he was made by Heather, and she passed the Clay Test with him. Well <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">that's</span> just lovely. I must say that his beak is suspiciously flat, making him look a bit like a duck, and i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">don't</span> know about you, but his eyes look a bit beady and close together. Make him look a bit inbred. Not like my eyes. not at all. No. *looks worried*<br /><br />After more surfing (oh yeah, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">I'm</span> up with the lingo) I found out about a worrying activity called 'Clay Pigeon Shooting'. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Argh</span>!!! I'm quite afraid. I hope <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">there are</span> no Clay Pigeon Shooting clubs around here! I'll have to make enquiries as to if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">there's</span> any near where the Pigeon Chick is planning on taking me. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">don't</span> want them to confuse me with the other clay pigeons (poor souls) and take some pot-shots at me. Its bad enough being dropped, i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">don't</span> think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">PVA</span> glue will save me if i am shot. Maybe i should start a petition at stop the slaughter of innocent clay pigeons. Just because we are clay, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">doesn't</span> mean we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">don't</span> have feelings.<br /><div></div>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-9058602049324352812007-06-25T22:18:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:45:59.521+00:00Trevor Imposter<div>What the Dickins is <a href="http://gprime.net/flash.php/magicaltrevor">this???</a></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080116598595917826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWICkq2vdhKW1HtqGwI61VYiNx9Ju1WS1_6lZ8N4gnAbTz6w4gCxmXrLA0WsA8wyMsgBHBwuQhsAJ7FTGIPvRPwNFLdd30SetaIoi2jrr_8X0HPiAAY3FyADee_knM3KlCgQFa9Zc2E6I/s320/180px-Magical_trevor.png" border="0" /><br /><div>There i was, on the net, cruising around one-wingedly, looking for other Trevors and other clay pigeons, and gah! here is a Trevor that is making out to be the big 'I am'! Yeah, just because he is a magical wizard with a whip that can disappear a cow and make it see beans lots of beans lots of beans, thats not reason for him to think he is The Utimate Trevor!! Not only that, he's calling himself Trev too, which as everyone knows in my nickname! Mine all mine!! (<span style="color:#ffcc99;">You know, jealousy is an ugly thing... - Plump Pigeon</span>).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Maybe i should get a theme tune. Yeah, thats a good idea. Unfortunately there isnt much to rhyme with Trevor. Or, indeed, 'pigeon'. Well, obviously theres 'clever'. but he already used that. Hmpf. Gonna have to give this some thought.</div><div> </div><div>Maybe i could bring out t-shirts... or plush toys...and key rings!! yeah, screw Magical Trevor, because he may be a wizard, but he will never be.... A PIGEON!!!</div>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-48581697655234165962007-06-25T21:56:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:45:59.755+00:00Notice of Absence on behalf of Trev<div>Well, many of you may have noticed that Trev has been very quiet lately. This is because he is currently in the Hospital Of Pigeons - Clay Or Otherwise (HOP-COO) having his wing fixed after a recent tumble.</div><div> </div><div>This is him waiting for the superglue to set, having a lie down on a coaster.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080110289288959986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKGKp9MHXZ9nf8qG58Fo2zh0qlCyC2FJiwXBFZVWFzUmSkCLuO0IgFnxPit3h02CvozqZ4k5sFh16IMK6KFOwtYFBfqmZb_EXI3qsy61BRR8vLnolOvdzA-4x7FpL5Uw7W61cmslliZng/s320/injury.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p> </p><p>When <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">that's</span> all done and dusted he's having a full MOT including a repaint and a coat of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">PVA</span> or Clear nail varnish (depends which sets the hardest) because, bless his little heart, he's looking a bit battered of late.</p><p>Plus, my brother is currently touring the Lake District with my digital camera, so this pic and any others for the next week will be crappy quality <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cuz</span> they are taken on my phone. But then I will take Trev more places and he will be all healed and back on blogging form! Until then all he can do is browse the net, perhaps in search of more clay mini pigeon friends.</p>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-87460033268694942872007-06-05T00:57:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:45:59.885+00:00Ladybower<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRp12248nejbkfdoFmR2T38wtol1lTqiSgZi8m3TiQPxGiTl8H_WqVw9nDZqW6lSoOpYTbgmrlCI1-3XErEhJmtNeWlJbW1gGE7KchAwWk7gg5x8QK41IriwDDqK9meLDQ6x5HPKFJrmM/s1600-h/owl.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072364972900620194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRp12248nejbkfdoFmR2T38wtol1lTqiSgZi8m3TiQPxGiTl8H_WqVw9nDZqW6lSoOpYTbgmrlCI1-3XErEhJmtNeWlJbW1gGE7KchAwWk7gg5x8QK41IriwDDqK9meLDQ6x5HPKFJrmM/s400/owl.JPG" border="0" /></a> Went to Ladybower Reservoir in the Peak District today. Met this dude. Called Melvin. He was very nice and all, but i thought his attitude was a bit wooden (ho ho!)<br /><br />Would have got some lovely picturesque shots of me with the sweeping landscape behind me, but the pigeon lady claims that the camera just 'wouldnt focus'. Yeah right, she's just a crap photographer.<br /><div></div>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-7906084751114234212007-06-03T22:04:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:45:59.979+00:00Snail Issues<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlUgK2eDSOZCtw2rRPycuc1_UBicwWap7JcnuxjjQe3kH_2pfAHJcj_Y5y1mgmuv8OyXmcwHWBUNpSUva5XhNoSEHbMoOAZIlkocPPBoRKu3y5u8XIT5fDcddWMHjAOrEm-2HA69Lrg8/s1600-h/snail.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071947020279941954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlUgK2eDSOZCtw2rRPycuc1_UBicwWap7JcnuxjjQe3kH_2pfAHJcj_Y5y1mgmuv8OyXmcwHWBUNpSUva5XhNoSEHbMoOAZIlkocPPBoRKu3y5u8XIT5fDcddWMHjAOrEm-2HA69Lrg8/s400/snail.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ok, found a new friend today. Well, i dozed off in the garden, and woke up with Gary on my face. He was quite embarrassed, he thought i was a particularly complicated bit of rock. Its an easy mistake to make, i suppose.</div>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-66495756871940479262007-04-25T18:20:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:46:00.376+00:00GreedyEvery so often, I'll hook up with the crew and go for a meal at the Toby Carvery. Usually its hard to get a flock of pigeons in, but we did the old trick of standing on each others shoulders and wearing a hat and a trenchcoat, so no one was any the wiser.<br /><br />This is a fairly standard meal size for me, though i had to forgo the turkey, as it was as bit too close to cannibalism for me! I know a turkey, his name is Craig. We lost touch just before Christmas, actually, i hope hes ok...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhrfuvWOMo2gIsf1mq_43JffgnBY4ZP9t-vKU3Foe057y8hCgnsqWBfgzGvhJVVfDAGVHDXHVumK6j55dZl54GYYsE0VMVxl6lvt-dvWKzfzYk-XRkNTRo6zv7I09I80RcYTktce6Kbs/s1600-h/carvery.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057419824942001570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhrfuvWOMo2gIsf1mq_43JffgnBY4ZP9t-vKU3Foe057y8hCgnsqWBfgzGvhJVVfDAGVHDXHVumK6j55dZl54GYYsE0VMVxl6lvt-dvWKzfzYk-XRkNTRo6zv7I09I80RcYTktce6Kbs/s320/carvery.jpg" border="0" /></a> All the fun without the Cone, eh? I'd say it was more fun, as theres no chance of dropping it and then getting stuck in it like i did when i got ambitious and got a triple scooper from the ice cream man, with chocolate sauce and rainbow sprinkles, then tripped on a penny someone had dropped and ended up wearing the cone as a rather attractive, though sticky, hat.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitGQuXSBJjhaFxN3RE0KpZONKtnz5zHc_8oL9Xxispe6VJjTUgUDiZMChZs5Uy3ev2s-wsGpLCqxSbUAWkQ6tZfXqYtFONP-AdfWa9IPl4zFS6rDzDQXNfeaAB-w-7gZ1bAdeUuRzOkUw/s1600-h/All+the+fun.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057419721862786450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitGQuXSBJjhaFxN3RE0KpZONKtnz5zHc_8oL9Xxispe6VJjTUgUDiZMChZs5Uy3ev2s-wsGpLCqxSbUAWkQ6tZfXqYtFONP-AdfWa9IPl4zFS6rDzDQXNfeaAB-w-7gZ1bAdeUuRzOkUw/s320/All+the+fun.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-38090641916007162542007-04-24T23:43:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:46:00.546+00:00Worrying eyesWent out for the Pigeon Lady's birthday. To be honest, i wanted to stay in and watch a documentary about saltwater crocodiles, but she dragged me out. Theres a definate disadvantage about being so small, and she has these massive hands, so i didnt really have much choice in the matter. Anyway, We had a couple of beverages and did the quiz:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7h01y22uRyA6cWCa4Y9a_JX1tUGowmJA0GhK9GCOqfjaOCjzEvCXrKMCxDgqV7iU8W3lSpW2vVhdaxux-U6Z4VCO57qf5d1CzGsNZaLToiERbZfwSDL-Y1jSyH0Tz0QBOnFA6cMByd5Y/s1600-h/S7000888.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057130108187448898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7h01y22uRyA6cWCa4Y9a_JX1tUGowmJA0GhK9GCOqfjaOCjzEvCXrKMCxDgqV7iU8W3lSpW2vVhdaxux-U6Z4VCO57qf5d1CzGsNZaLToiERbZfwSDL-Y1jSyH0Tz0QBOnFA6cMByd5Y/s200/S7000888.JPG" border="0" /></a> We ended up winning five free drinks, and i think i drank mine a bit too quickly, cuz look at the state of my eyes! Mental. Anyway, without me they wouldnt have won, as i provided most of the answers. Mainly the wrong ones, but i'm not one to point the finger of blame.<br /><div></div>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-54119591178755155652007-04-18T22:30:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:46:00.833+00:00A teeny Sheffield<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzutjYkxEfWfv8iGkOn0JWgcx-NNn-FKuAU2vnTt8gDarBM-nDY4O-MN6D6exNaNUVR2VL4_8JVk6YLrQjkuxiGdWjqNm_oOm_8q0KjE3LO4coZCL3qBO5lZqaZRkVyVCY6QMreLd0cIg/s1600-h/S7000636.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054885274426735842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzutjYkxEfWfv8iGkOn0JWgcx-NNn-FKuAU2vnTt8gDarBM-nDY4O-MN6D6exNaNUVR2VL4_8JVk6YLrQjkuxiGdWjqNm_oOm_8q0KjE3LO4coZCL3qBO5lZqaZRkVyVCY6QMreLd0cIg/s320/S7000636.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>This is me with the holiday mass-eev, Bugs bunny and Wilf. We couldnt quite figure out what Wilf was, but we decided that he was some kind of lime ice cream mutant, or maybe something that would grow out of a cup of tea that is left too long.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054886498492415218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8YxF1D0q-sqYi6tM-DWU_Jg-xP6mXUiABsQ42ua__IdHf_YEZwtmuR-6m1kWc6QBXR94n0jSgcrGYbov2YkvS2FeSaxWnp267ngHaupRiM3_7Jy9EWgG8zHT_0J7ckQUmxQ1i8I8YWoQ/s320/S7000635.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br />On our travels we came across this place. It consisted of about three houses and a tractor. Not quite on par with its massive, one-way-systemed, pikey infested namesake in Yorkshire. Also, not a pigeon in sight. Very disappointing, as the other Sheffield is home to some of the most friendly, if not slightly cheeky, pigeons you will ever find. Thought there may be a Cornish breathen, but it was not to be. A seagull gave me a funny look, and seeing as im about the same size as a tourists sausage roll (their usual food) i thought it best to be on my way.Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-60377258129225270262007-04-18T01:21:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:46:01.903+00:00Praa Sands<div>Day two of the cornwall trip, and we went to the beach. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054557645731462290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1aLGi43x_CVloknNUyLaY0kR5drn_-j0WHR0SWreQaoh3JlBc_MPGB_kt-paJb7laurrV4SJTQ9RX11xdRx2xoRt2-Auo78iSC6iv5ByB9j13cqn1Q5HBwpfdbeQLd5xrxhTi0Zjdvg/s320/S7000576.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div><br />You will have to excuse my bung eye. I blame the head-falling-off incedent. I've never been quite right since.</div><br /><div>This is me trying to talk to some mussels, but they weren't having it. Later i found a starfish, and it was very chatty indeed. Lovely fellow. Was interviewed for Creature Comforts, apparantly.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054562834051955874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglTMa5nJiFIVZXhW0BhqCIC-pXoUJlamVDOm9dSlQ8QiZDeFp8uI0hIbrKHZb4fJRAjUGx9wda8hB-NOOvfhea1FwDmXUjIF4C1WoTlb-5wr0fr5y6eisYaJ1M3HaqCptTADGUeP8UWM4/s320/S7000597.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO3lBVgYulp-eS05y6gJ7OKD8avrSDVw4jZ0q-oB439aqANgEX9OviJdUmNcEc-TxmakxroLE3Y-duvAmVJpv9FU3x-Xr74b_a6jLPfC8gDIxFTsBUCkPL7Rd8GrqB1PlDdlcN-oscVUQ/s1600-h/S7000602.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054564015167962290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO3lBVgYulp-eS05y6gJ7OKD8avrSDVw4jZ0q-oB439aqANgEX9OviJdUmNcEc-TxmakxroLE3Y-duvAmVJpv9FU3x-Xr74b_a6jLPfC8gDIxFTsBUCkPL7Rd8GrqB1PlDdlcN-oscVUQ/s320/S7000602.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p>I then decided to go a bit crazy, and found myself a bit too near the edge of the cliffs. It was a bit dicey for a while, as a big wave nearly swept me off, so i had a word with a nearby limpet, named Clive, and he said that as I am not a gastropod with superior suction, i wouldn't be very safe on the cliff. I thought he may be taking drugs, but i got the jist of what he was saying, and headed further in shore.</p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p>After my near death experience, i decided to enjoy the sea in a much safer way, at my own little private beach area.</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054567111839382722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis6Y8GLziDH9C13jIIMUOCG605NYO8Yn6xjVwP9kknMddwhRA6_ZZqxt_7ItW42SJuWSszvM1YHIDAsMpufXiMKQsmTqf8IYL0p1WaSa4uvEnx6PfPj_ilBHOmXccgp5TxaP0Juq6R1pI/s320/S7000604.JPG" border="0" /> Wasn't too keen at first, as i can't quite trust my paint to not fall off and become a sea water absorbing clay sponge type creature, but after a while, i plucked up the courage.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054883294446812370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8moKcoGXTnQBAJlpz59aQHDC6ZBb1Gqc-HOyyhI7N63Ak5M4FiegeQWFpl7aRL8oxsiOe6VGMVlMxdaUG_BqM9revILsfFTYoGcm6LhBY87UxY-G4i1bl8Yt5hUfR_BCfjR0HGOiI9PM/s320/S7000605.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p>Was quite nice actually, until a limpet tried to attach itself to me, obviously mistaking me for some algae cover rock, probably on account of the fact that they ahve no eyes. Daft creatures.</p>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-64171044311292556712007-04-18T01:05:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:46:02.240+00:00Day One Of Cornwall<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59pmjXOHHIwbXVzOO8ZypnuTaZUkXiGX4jwO_-1BevQPBD4yxXbK_hA9-fT40mpyw2j9mbPC0CGYpTeG8ysZ_lqOFLjobKnpBDkMa72atQ5Q4xmR-zmV_lJC3DGE-SRPmIP8VQCwac3E/s1600-h/S7000542.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054553604167236722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59pmjXOHHIwbXVzOO8ZypnuTaZUkXiGX4jwO_-1BevQPBD4yxXbK_hA9-fT40mpyw2j9mbPC0CGYpTeG8ysZ_lqOFLjobKnpBDkMa72atQ5Q4xmR-zmV_lJC3DGE-SRPmIP8VQCwac3E/s320/S7000542.JPG" border="0" /></a> Check me out riding shotgun. I bagsied it long before anyone else, but apparantly, being only very small, i dont qualifiy, as it would be too much of a squish in the back to justify me taking up the whole front seat. Bloody sizeist meanies. Spent most of the Six hour journey down to Cornwall sat next to the Pigeon Lady's little brother's ear. Hmpf.<br /><br />When we got there, we found a massive chess set in the garden. Cheeky tykes challenged me to a game, knowing full well that normal chess pieces are hard for me to move, never mind these towering monstrosities<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054554355786513538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLb1n3zoX-hGORylvFKmHTns8t2mGVSy7YsKTxH8ejc67Z53Uw2MfhyphenhyphentTgSD3UH973UKFxQ3YHx8QgdH1HRq3Y8MCfDdPkCDux2VRBGs_5i0Sh1MFhlwTvVJfiSEOm16PR1Rk_KwTOXPs/s320/S7000557.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><br />Made a valiant effort though, and managed to move the queen about an inch. The Pigeon Lady then got bored (shes like that, impatient and competitive) and relegated me to the bench to watch. Probably a good idea, cuz i got very tired moving the queen, and must have fallen asleep, because the next thing i knew, it was dark and i was on a windowsill in my box. So i went back to sleep.Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-91943541587677597062007-04-18T00:08:00.000+01:002007-04-18T00:57:33.402+01:00Branching outI've finally broken free from the clutches of that Pigeon Lady, and have gone freelance! Welcome to my own Blog. To those not in the know, My name is Trevor, or Trev, and i am a pigeon. A 3inch high, clay pigeon admittedly, but a pigeon nonetheless. I used to have aspirations of becoming a postman, but those plans went out of the window after i discovered travel! This blog will be mainly documenting my adventures, and the fellow pigeons and general birdfolk that i meet. Followers of my previous abode, Pigeon Post, will already know that i have travelled down to London to meet Brian the Pigeon ( link <a href="http://pigeonblog.wordpress.com/2006/09/10/trevs-big-day-out/">One</a> and <a href="http://pigeonblog.wordpress.com/2006/09/13/trev-does-politics/">Two</a>) and i have been on various adventures with The Pigeon Lady. As I'm sure you will have to trawl through lots or rambling bollocks to get the posts about me, I have complied a selection of links for you here;-<br /><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/05/lesson-1-licking-and-sticking.html">Postman Trials 1</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/05/lesson-two-addressing-envelope.html">Postman Trials 2</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-earned-break.html">Chilling in the Garden</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/06/lesson-3-posting-training-continues.html">Postman Trials 3</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/06/lesson-3-posting-resit.html">Postman Trails 4</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/06/extra-curricular-activities.html">Scuba Outfit</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/06/great-water-adventure.html">Washing Up Diving</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-will-study-resume.html">Skiing</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-of-holiday-snaps.html">Big Mac Challenge</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/07/bonsai-murderer.html">Bonsai Tree</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/07/pigeon-posts-100th-post.html">100th Post Office Party</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/07/trevs-holiday-snaps_13.html">Giant Clog</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/07/trev-behind-wheel.html">Dashboard Chums</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-of-my-favourite-pigeon-dudes.html">Me and Speckles</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/08/responsibilities.html">Picking up Chicks</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/08/trevs-great-london-adventure.html">Preparing for London</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday.html">Arriving Home</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/10/saturday.html">Adventures in York</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html">Spooky Halloween!</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-pigeon.html">Me and Graham</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/11/bonfire-night-woo.html">Skegness Seaside</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/12/krimble-on-its-way.html">Krimblingtons</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-krimble.html">Merry Krimble</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2007/01/trevs-new-year.html">New Years Eve</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2007/02/snowy-fun.html">Snowman</a><br /><a href="http://rockyhorrorelf.blogspot.com/2007/04/scary-beckoning-of-ice-cream-delight.html">Easter Afterthought</a><br /><br />As you can see, her interest in me has waned slightly in the past few months, and she even dropped me so my head fell off and now im all battered and not my youthful, handsome self, so i'm taking the blogging into my own hands. Its a bit tricky, being so small with big feet, but i think i've got the hang of it. Watch this space for my adventures in Cornwall, and for future escapades!Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272336616116122190.post-23591564041776489802007-04-17T23:47:00.000+01:002008-12-10T20:46:02.422+00:00A pigeon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIhXZWVPNEbv1zuXKnHSjxu8bRahAaFxfLNRVja3ksMKW9ONnv2LHSBAu54eoDd8zT_MEw1p-0RK1VhZ8QEwC7f4idOmbyYpWNBgpQEEdCD4YUci95c6FOlm9yu6cJPNcxotEQKY28pY/s1600-h/pidge.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054532812230556770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIhXZWVPNEbv1zuXKnHSjxu8bRahAaFxfLNRVja3ksMKW9ONnv2LHSBAu54eoDd8zT_MEw1p-0RK1VhZ8QEwC7f4idOmbyYpWNBgpQEEdCD4YUci95c6FOlm9yu6cJPNcxotEQKY28pY/s400/pidge.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Purple Pigeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09550675294412799759noreply@blogger.com0