A pigeon is currently trying to steal Ron’s chips. He had insisted on a trip to McDonald’s on the way to court. Ron shoos the bird away, but it just stands its ground on the table, staring at him, then staring at his chips, waiting for him to drop his guard. “Don’t even think about it, mate,” says Ron to the pigeon, then turns to Chris. “I reckon all pigeons are Tory.”
