Seagulls

I’m sitting in the garden surrounded by seagulls.  I’m not going to go all Tippi Hedren and run about flapping so that they poke out my eyes and arsehole (although that would be a suitable way to go in a seaside town) but I am nervous.  They are squawking ‘OFF, OFF, OFF, OFF’ like a feathered and perpetually-shitting X-Factor audience.  

Tagged as: flapping, seagulls, Tippi Hedren, X-Factor