Should I Stay or Should i Go? [antikvár]

Chapter One I am moving to Australia because I want to see some wildlife that isn't a pigeon. This is not the kind of thing 1 can admit to Australian immigration officials, but it's the way I feel this afternoon. The next time I see a bird in the wild, I'd quite like it to be something that doesn't strut around like James Brown singing 'Sex Machine'. Male pigeons are like 1970s medallion men: if they could wear cheap aftershave and leave their shirts undone, they would. 1 can see one of them in front of me now, stalking a female. Soon she will be lured back to his loft, and after copulating with him, she'll be left to bring up the chicks on her own. There is a dirty teaspoon on the next table and the temptation to throw it at James Brown is very strong. He is now trying to eat a cigarette butt. He also has the pigeon equivalent of man boobs. If my chest looked like that, I wouldn't puff it out. When Nash and I finally land in Australia there will be emus, not pigeons. There is one decorating the