Catch the pigeon, catch the pigeon....

Ok, so the title is an homage to wacky races (more on them later), but today i was meeting butcher Boy for lunch and was a little early, so I sat in George 'red' Square waiting on a bench and a pigeon flew past and well defecated on my jumper......urgh! I was very not happy (and cold after I took the jumper off) , anyway Butcher Boy and I then took a wander to find lunch and everywhere was busy (it being lunchtime), we ended up in KFC, where the service was shocking and the chips were minging. He said his Zinger burger was not good. I have to say that my crispy strips were rather nice though!