Bob Massingbird

We didn’t receive any messages and Captain Blackadder definitely did not shoot this delicious plump breasted pigeon, sir.

This is the story of Blackadder murdering (and subsequently eating) General Melchitt’s ‘only childhood friend‘, Speckled Jim the pigeon. I’m not particularly au fait with the lifespan of carrion, but I’m guessing they perish after a couple of years, even if they’re the deluxe, message delivering models. I suspect that’s the joke.

With all my acne issues in the early nineties, I could’ve definitely have been called ‘Speckled Jim’ with complete accuracy. Terrible business. Thankfully I wasn’t this type of age around 1914, otherwise I’d’ve been conscripted and been shipped off to Flanders, never to return. Stupid un-sexy Flanders.

That’s a bit morbid, isn’t it? War. Huh! What is it good for? Classic 1980s comedy, it appears.