Pigeons

Monday night I was going to scribble about how the first week of a term is always really long and all nights too short, but the morning came with a pigeon:

Monday morning we walked into studio four in Clifftown theatre (where half our classes take place), but instead of the voice teacher greeting us, there were several globs of spit on the ground. Or at the very least what we thought was spit – of the more disgusting variety with white stuff in it. Ten minutes later revealed it was in fact something quite different when a pigeon noisily took flight between the rafters in the ceiling. 

We spent five minutes watching the terrified bird fly about, settle, and take off again, crashing into one of the skylight windows twice before the teacher eventually arrived. Tom and Luke worked together to set up a big ladder and open one of the windows, and we moved on to studio three.

What eventually happened to the pigeon is anyone’s guess, but reliable sources tell me the security guards spent a good half hour staring at the open skylight window with no apparent clue of how to close it, and that by Monday night there was no pigeon.