Beaky UKColumn Roving Reporter April 2008
Our bird Beaky took himself to London recently. The sou’westerly tail wind was helpful, and he was soon over Westminster. He swooped onto the top of the Houses of Parliament alongside a pert pigeon, puffed up against the cold.
“Hi Mate”, he said. “B..... Off “, came the reply. “What’s the matter with you”, Beaky asked, concerned for his perch-mate. “I’m depressed”, came the reply.
“Why’s that”, asked Beaky, shuffling closer for warmth. “Well”, said the pigeon, “They’ve murdered all me mates in Trafalga’ Square”. “I’ve heard that”, said Beaky with genuine concern.
“Thing is”, added the pigeon, “that if the EU Treaty is signed, me ol’ London town will just be a region of Europe, ruled by foreign Brussels’ birds. Me ol’London will be gone”. The pigeon pooped on the ridge tile, and added, “And these MPs are so blind they can’t see that there’ll be a Trafalga’ Square for them - the revolution always eats its young.” Beaky shuddered.
