SHOUTING INTO THE VOID
COPAN, Honduras At Macaw Mountain Bird Preserve, I met a parrot that liked to laugh, scream and cry down a garbage can.
Just like a journalist, then...
Did you offer the parrot a cracker?
He had a full plate of beans and tortilla scraps.Gustavo, the guide, tried to feed him chili seeds, but this parrot was no bird-brain...
I met a parrot who drank beer once. Talked absolute bollocks...
My friend's bunny also drank beer – and smoked cigarettes and projectile urinated. What a nasty pet: makes my gordito tabby Jake look positively suave.
Jake, suave? He's a bathmat waiting to happen.
Go on, go on. Keep talkin' big. It's not like I NEED a housepest while you hunt for a flat...Anyway, as Jake slims, he's pretty darn 007.The old shaken-not-stirred Bond, mind, not the nouveau thug.
He's losing surface space too. More of a bath doily, perhaps?