Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

It’s one of those moments in time, you know, where you just gotta write it down. Walking home from the pub, crossing a bridge, and whilst doing so, I noticed that there was a swan right smack in the middle of the river, preening itself. At 3.45am. There. Just there. A speck of white (actually more like a blob of white) in the murky water. Preening it-bloody-self. And I stopped to just watch. It was fuckin’ amazing. I mean, what were the chances? And whilst I was in the middle of my reverie, I heard my housemate say "I need to pee." So we continued on our trek home. 15 bloody minutes in the cold. Under the stars. Drunk, high and a little bit lost. And all the while, I just wanted to go back and look at that swan.

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