Those beaky little devils are a bl*nking menace.

It's like that bit in the Omen.

But with a budgie instead of the Antichrist.

I've never noticed before that Lee Remick kicks Damien in the head just before she falls over the balustrade.

Nightjar wrote:

It's like that bit in the Omen.

But with a budgie instead of the Antichrist.

Argh! It's gone again!

Oh God! I've done my back in!

Badly?

I was WAITING IN for the telly aerial man to come and thought that, since the bijou mini-flatlet resembled a cesspool of filth I'd have a quick tidy up and run teh 'oover over bits of the carpet.

There I was busily running teh 'oover over bits of the carpet and...

Ping!

AAAAAAARRGH!!

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:

Badly?

It's not the worst.

But the worst (from Christmas a few years ago), was so bad that the idea that my back would go that badly again is genuinely scary.

Ultimately though, it's not gr8.

Painkillers and an hot water bottle strapped to my back seem to be keeping the agonising twinges just about in check.

Still, it's affy painful, and as with these things, there's a doomy air that it might suddenly go all worse suddenly again.

I was just sitting there, went to get up, and my upper back has just went, ARRRRGGGHH

Upper back!?

Better than lower.

It might be related to the iron I've been pumping recently.

Yes, shirts are particularly hard to do, aren't they.