Just 'aving a laff
I read it in the tabloids
A miscreant parrot has caused havoc at Warwickshire Wildlife Sanctuary, by teaching two other birds to swear. Their favourite words are F--k, b-----ds, and tw-t. "It's like a builder's yard," says owner Geoff Grewcock. "We have another African Grey who squawks 'shut up' at them when the swearing starts - but they don't take any notice."
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Best he keeps his name to himself then
My dad used to take me to a pub when I was little where they had a myna bird that taught me to say "bugger off". I might have been all of six.
 | chassy [Member] 2008-04-27 @ 12:05 |
Hi deana!
Hope you've been enjoying your weekend.
I've replied to a comment you made here on the 20th, albeit delayed sorry due to hotmail problems, but I did it through 'my blog' 'write post' 'edit' and it looks as if it's come out separately. Sorry to add more to your emails if you've already been notified.
Have a good one. I'm still way off catching up with friends' posts so no idea what you've been up to. Hope all's well and you're enjoying some time now.
All the best,
Chassy.X.
 | deana24 [Member] 2008-04-27 @ 13:47 |
I have, though I'm completely knackered! Don't worry - not much to tell...
* posted off dissertation to master's is, hopefully, over now.
* been celebrating with gin and chocolate
* had hair cut
* had yummy dinner out last night a fabulous manchester tapas place
* seen horrible man on the bus, now known as the ferret
hope all is cool with you kitten Deana x 
| chassy [Member] 2008-04-27 @ 11:57 |
You weren't brung up proper then, your dad should've taught you that before you started school!
I stopped in a pub which had a mynah, on route to Weymouth with some folk and my dad, back in the eighties. It did brilliant 'space invaders' noises, and swore like a trooper! Good landlord too.
Dad would take us 'to the pub' when we were young too, leaving us to play in the park opposite stocked up with cherryade and crisps, as children weren't allowed into pubs in those days. Once he forgot we were with him and came home without us, mum was livid apparently, we were still very young! 
Love 'em! (It wasn't as dangerous in those days though I think, I'd be a wreck if I had to worry about children these days)
The first chap I lived with bought a mynah. I cleaned the cage out one morning without using rubber gloves as I was rushing to get off to work, and careful though I was to avoid contact with any mess, in no time I had septic eczema, hands and fingers like sausages and throbbing like hell. Wish he bought chinchillas instead, though they've never exhibited a tendency to mimic space invaders, but then, nor did the bloody mynah!
2008-04-20 @ 22:12