Yes people. It has come to my attention that the Ladybird Army are upping the ante. So I have no choice but to Declare War
The Story So Far:
There’s an army of Ladybirds forming on my balcony. I don’t know what their plan is – whether they want to take over my flat, kill me ( a la Supernatural ) or just party……
They’ve already tried tactics such as sending in a soldier to piss on me, and trying to intimidate my friends when they come round – ask Charlotte – by sitting cockily on their chairs. The General tho, he doesn’t seem to do much. Just sits on the balcony, I presume barking orders at his troops. Anyway, yesterday we noticed all seemed to be quiet on the western front. Apart from the chair bomber, there was no sign of any troops or the General. But lo and behold, last night at approximately nineteen hundred hours I enter my bedroom from the bathroom to find:
THE GENERAL IN MY BEDROOM
Yes. Talk about sneaky tactics. No wonder we hadn’t seen him all day. He’d obviously been making his way across the flat. I was shocked but I managed to regain composure and collect photographic evidence:

There he is the sneaky fucker. Look how close he is to my Supernatural magazines! No doubt he was planning to crawl over them or eat them or something. Well, I left the room and when I returned 5 minutes later he was gone ( Fast little bugger, I bet he’s on Steroids…)
Anyhow, I woke up this morning immediately alert. Looking round for signs of my red and black spotted nemesis. Then I saw him – dead on the floor. ( He was definitely dead not just playing, I poked him with a paperclip ) Huh. I thought to myself, was it Suicide? Did he die of cold? Well I actually have the answer to that question………..IT WAS MURDER!
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, Ladybirdcide has been committed and I already know the culprit: Seems like there is a new General in town.
Went out on my balcony for a smoke ( The troops were nowhere to be scene – mourning? ) and I came in, settled on the sofa and there on my hand was General 2. Who shall here by be known as GeneralBastardbird. OK GeneralBb. Well I flicked him and he flew across the floor and out of the balcony door with an evil laugh.
Shit. Now he’s been in the house he may have memorised the layout….Well, General Bb, you may have won the battle but I’m gonna win this War
To be continued…..