In mid January a whale was found in the Thames River, London. It died the next day as environmentalists attempted to lead it to deeper waters. It was believed that the whale had taken a wrong turning and rather than meeting the atlantic drift where it could relax and chow down on some squid, it had actually found itself surrounded by football chants and heavy accents in the middle of Chelsea bridge.
The post-mortem showed that without the healthy diet of squid, Fred had been unable to hydrate himself and his skeleton had been put through alot of stress.
This rings warning bells for the cockneys, of course, who also put their skeletons through alot and quite frequently end up lost in the Thames River after one too many beers on a Friday night. The next time Frank “The Bruiser” Fiddlesticks decides to take a refreshing swim across the river he may be mistaken for a particularly attractive pink and wobbly squid, and consequently gobbled right up.
Personally though, I can’t imagine the Thames becoming much of a nature reserve for oceanic wildlife. Apparantly there are quite alot of fish in the Thames, but they’re fighting for space with the plastic bottles, industrial waste and raw sewage.