Bobby Davro
Bobby Davro followed me home last night. I knew it was him cos I could smell beef and eggwhite (Davro's favourite snack). This happened before but I couldn't be one hundred per cent ‘cos it’s been dark so early. Davro doesn't glow in the dark like some people (Bruce Willis, Joey Barton, Damon Hill) which would make it easier to identify who it was, obviously...
Anyway so I set a trap. I put some beef and eggwhite into an old shoe outside my shed.
Unbelievable,I Was woken up at 5.06 this morning and grabbed my glowsticks ( I can't afford a torch). I crept outside and had a look in my shoe, and yes, you got it, the beef and eggwhite was gone! Fucking you know who?! Yes, Davro! I heard some scuffling in the sugar cane behind the sheds and there was a overwhelming smell of roast beef and egg, then a clearly audible shit impression of Norman Wisdom and that old Mavis from Corrie. It was 100% Bobby fucking Davro! Well 98%. The goldfish scared him off but I'm nearly there. Running out of eggwhites... but I reckon I'll have him by June. X
Anyway so I set a trap. I put some beef and eggwhite into an old shoe outside my shed.
Unbelievable,I Was woken up at 5.06 this morning and grabbed my glowsticks ( I can't afford a torch). I crept outside and had a look in my shoe, and yes, you got it, the beef and eggwhite was gone! Fucking you know who?! Yes, Davro! I heard some scuffling in the sugar cane behind the sheds and there was a overwhelming smell of roast beef and egg, then a clearly audible shit impression of Norman Wisdom and that old Mavis from Corrie. It was 100% Bobby fucking Davro! Well 98%. The goldfish scared him off but I'm nearly there. Running out of eggwhites... but I reckon I'll have him by June. X
Labels: Bobby Davro, Stalking
