tweet tweet.
tweet bloody tweet.

why can't they shut up?

i'm trying to listen to prodigy on radio two.

but i haven't got it as bad as the folk in the less salubrious houses down the road from my palace.
the seagulls like nothing better than sitting right on top of their chimneys and having long, loud screeching competitions.

if i lived there i'd be firing rockets up from the fireplace.

seagull kebab, anyone?

ps - i actually love birds and would not harm any living creature for all the drugs in thailand.