So, on Beverley Westwood loading said trailer onto said wagon when a Crossbill flew over. Erm, west. Or is it south? No, no, west it is, I've worked it out. It was flying. Just flying without a care in the world, flying off somewhere, fly, fly away tiny Crossbill, fly, little bird, fly.
Which could've read:
Beverley Westwood, 1 crossbill, west.
Or it could've read:
Piss off and die bastard Crossbills. Don't come here and try and nick trailers that don't belong to you you fucking thieving bastards. No fucking wonder you're flying off west, come back here and face the music you twat. Come on then, Crossbill bastard, come on, get outside then. Let's fucking 'ave it, come on.
Not really sure which is the best.
I'm bored. Can you tell?
So here is a drawing that I've pretended I've drawn of
a Crossbill but really I've just fucked about with
a photo that I've ripped off the net and monstered in Photoshop.
It's true, I really am that bored.