A pigeon walked calmly into the press centre at the Tomorrow's World Live show at Earl's Court today, causing panic among the assembled group of PR bunnies and hacks. "Oh my Gawd, it's a pigeon," screamed one bunny in absolute terror. She was right. It was definitely a pigeon. It strutted past a by now silent group of terrified bunnies -- its little head bobbing from side to side -- as if it owned the place. Worryingly, it walked straight past a tray of sandwiches thoughtfully laid out by the organisers of the Tomorrow's World Live show. Maybe it knew something we didn't. There were more gasps when it nearly knocked itself out flying into a pain of glass when it was spooked by the sound of a phone ringing. Shaken, but not stirred, after its head-banging ordeal, it carried on its promenade into another room. And that's where it is now, walking around a room with nothing more than a few empty desks and some telephones for company. What upsets the people here the most isn't the fact that pigeons are disease-carrying vermin -– also known as rats of the sky -- no, no, no. They're more hacked off because this bloody bird isn't an accredited member of the press -– so it shouldn't have even been allowed in this part of the building in the first place. Vultures, yes; pigeons, no. That's why they're all so upset. ®