Yes, I know there's a few missing off the bottom .... I couldn't get it all in .... ..and a few missed off that one too ... but what I've been leading up to ..or rather, down to ... is this next bit ... because The King of Bryher and The Flat Controller are both there ! And ...they're a long long way down, are they not !! Oh yes. Fair enough ... it was a long time ago ... but I suspect that they're STILL quite a long way down. In case you don't know, and maybe you don't care, but anyway, here's the magazine all that came from ... That's a huge goldmine of information that is. How many of that lot have "bird"names ? How many of them are called .... [a] Pete [b] Dave [c] Mark [d] Steve [e] Jeff/Geoff [f] Andy [g] Keith [h] Mike ... here's more ... [b] How many of them are female ? [c] How many have hyphenated surnames ? [d] How might all those answers have changed over the years ? .... and here's a little poem I wrote about the King of Bryher, in the truly awful style of "The Worst Poet in the World", William McGonagall ...... well worth a second look ...... The King of Bryher This afternoon I met The King of Bryher and yes ... it is the truth ...I'm not a liar. He wore a crown engraved " The King of Bryher" so there was no need at all at all for me to inquire and throughout the sultry afternoon I called him " sire." Oh how I wish I was The King of Bryher in that role I would never retire from being the The King of Bryher and there's only one way to be The King of Bryher. Your "Bryher list" must be remarkably higher which can take a considerable time to acquire. But to be The King of Bryher is rather grand for Bryher is indeed a lovely land surrounded by the sea on every hand as islands are, as all must understand. He rules the isle, its rocks, its birds, its sand, its hedgerows, outcrops, hilltops, hillocks and some do compare it to fair Samarkand which is truly a remarkable and distant foreign land and undoubtedly surrounded by considerable hinterland. And when I am The King of Bryher when I pass by, the people will inquire who is that man who wears the princely crown ? Surely a man of worldwide reknown who will forever wear his kingly crown till Bryher's sea uprises, whence he'll drown. And on his gravestone, from rock of Bryher made his list of Bryher ticks will be displayed and he, interred beneath with knightly crown flesh gone to dust, resembles most a clown ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'd have called it a parody, but you can't really parody a Mcgonagall job ! Hey ..sometimes I put a song on here just because I like it.... strange, but true.
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