Here's a "3-part extravaganza" of "birdwatching" hosted by Bill Bailey. It's Bill Bailey's Birdwatching Bonanza. This is part 1. Rhan un in Welsh . Pam lai ? Dere ymlaen pawb .... Well, I think we can agree that that was more of a lesson in how NOT to do it. There's some odd counting methods in there for a start. And here's another thing ... once again, my mum Doris, were she still amongst us, would want to know where, exactly, were they going to go to the toilet. A good question. An important question. And, an unanswered question. Hmmmm. This next one ( "Part Two" is its nifty name ) starts with an awful, AWFUL bit of dastardly doggerel, vile verse and putrid poetry. Ace !! And good to see that Kara has taken the trouble to do her nails with pink nail varnish, in a gloomy, dank,putrid tent, in the perishing cold and damp, by whatever-time-of-the-morning-this-is. But basically this is "bad-lad-birding" on a grand scale. Yes, a "new" genre of birding has been created. By me.. or rather, them.... You'll never guess what this next one's called. Anyhow, Jeff and Joe are typical examples of the old farmer's maxim for hiring lads .... If you've got 1 lad, you've got a lad. If you've got 2 lads, you've got half a lad. If you've got 3 lads, you've got no lads. ( This also applies to lads in cars.) Actually, Jeff and Joe are worse than half a lad. They're half of a halfwit. Fractions in action or what ? Let's get on with it then ... you're keen to find out who will win ... I bet you are .... Well, there's one good thing come out of all that ... we all feel like birding giants compared to that lot of lumpkins. Result !! What bit of music could possibly "go" with that then ? Got it ! Roy Harper ... " In a beautiful rambling mess" I was taking the air one sunny evening
watching everything being happy in a fire the restless sun was turning in my body the pages of my love and I saw them all soaring past (ha) from the first to the very last through the surging crest of the waves of a memory made from them all by everyone yesterday's laughing loving 'round my head I remember the times when I was (?) (um, what a beautiful sunset sky... um) pleading words, burning eyes and ripping heartache scorching fury of youth that fills me but as sweet as these memories are (what a fantastic sky) they're as near as the farthest star just a daydream away sheltered by some nearest far what a sky, laughing, loving round my head what's her name? oh, she's a lovely piece of woman flowing hair in the early morning well I think I'll sit down and use this sunset as a timeship to travel through my head and I'll wander just where I please through my wallowing dreams with ease and the cows can come home and go out again and I'll still be here after pancake doomsday what a beautiful rambling mess we live ... in.
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