So that you'll be ready for what's coming up, this video might be helpful ... Well .... lockdown or what ? We went to do a tiny bit of essential shopping and the town was almost empty, there was a spaced-apart mini-queue to get into the mini-Sainsburys, got the papers, some milk, paid with my contactless card, walked home observing the 2m limit .... all very strange. It's not going to be much good for us birders for some indeterminate period. So .. I thought I would cheer you all up with a bit of a Blast from the Past ... quite what bird he actually saw on that day nobody really knows, but the Rarities Committee are just the ones to sort that sort of thing out .... so .... .....here's Stanley Unwin's BBRC writy-up in all its wordlyscribing chassis.... and now you've seen the vodio you'll hardly probly no trubbly with the verbylationary .... We allsettly-off on the Silly Onion bouncy-boatly heftling two-words the rockety Aisles of Slyly all of a sloth and tiltio froo-and-toe sicky-up slithery-about-the-deckly and biconklers straggling us and our jugglyscopes slimying acrops the deckboardlies , ink-lundling The Gink of Brightly, his conkerbine, Kween Brightly, Sneevly Heavens, Washly Handbasin, our dogglo Worrals, and a copplof hangly-onners we pict-up on our straggles. Hargly hadwy startled when we evently spottled elevnty Albert-Rozzers snookling acrest the Wavely Newts , swiping our co-blinkers with our honkysleeves to replus the brainys pray in aries. Sniftly I astempled a scrapply-diacrap of the spacy-mens with my trussly byro and snotpad for proposterkitty. Howleverly, evenstubberly we disparked on Briherlo itshelf and swooshled up to our flaverit copspatch wear we ineverstribely stubbled acres a worthitofspotting rary-tree or flagrant wondererer, and we orllcreeped uponi-tanditwas nodoughtly the Creeply-Converted-Corker that wasattick for everlybodly and great joy abountied and parbly our mainlytarglit was eventurgly fullfulluped. Byth thistimely my snotpad haddgot snoako and snoddern with the turble drown-poor engrulfring emblythinglys gurgly sinkly-in. I'm eggspeckling the kermitty will orl be watling for the descrapshun of the Crap-Covered-Corker and earwiggo .... legthn ruffly coprarible to the prevlious one, lettsay a bitless than afoo-torso, curvly of beek, longlylegged, sarndly paleale of boddly, longlytripeyes, sedentlerry molstly, voakulele PRAAKPRAAK harslycroak, swhooshyflitty, unmushtarkarble in evriwey. Unforkutakly no fortycraps were snappled dewtoo inclampment atmosqueclerics and iggorance of the baysicks. I sinkerly and hartlyhope that you will get thatlot scrootly proseedcaked and postlo certstifflicats by the norbel canals. We had a turly turble hellycropper-ryde backlyover to Penance aswel. I subtext the driveler was sploshed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That's one down ..now here's one of Joris Bohnson's Rarity Sightings .... you all know what he's like so you won't need a video ..... .. quite what the BBRC made of it ..who knows ? Well ... phwooooar ! What a corker ! Cripes ! More of a Corker- Sort-er-Stork-er, what ? Big ! I'll say ! Corks ! A right whopper... remember that barmaid at Wynthorpe-Jegger's 21st ? No ... nobody else does either. Talk about whoppers !!! Tell you what ... just between you, me and the butler's mum ..... it was a big-un. Legs !! Miles long !! Stonkers !! Looked a bit like that bit of stuff ... used to clean my rooms at Balliol !! Poop-Poop ! Erk ! Hard to keep things in the old trousers sort of thing. Phwooaaaaar. Ding-Ding-A-ling. Details ! Cripes ??!! Yes, you'll be wanting, er, hang on a minute, what was I on about, wait a sec, got it , yes, no probs, details.... yes... not a "details"sort of bloke really, don't need it in my line of work, whatever, er, whatever it is, hang on , it's coming back to me, er, sort of, reminds me of me old mucker Trentby-Stinker, or was it Stinkby-Trenter, well, one of those, or something, he couldn't remember his own bally name, had a bugger of a time getting home after a bit of a binge down at Jollocks, so did I, come to that, never did find those trousers, but hang on, it was black and, er, white, yes, whatever you do, Joris, don't mention Minstrels, seem to think that might get me in a spot of bother somehow or other, yes, black bits, sure of that, and white,er,other bits, legs ... legs .. they deserve a bit of space on the old page, what, did Stinker-Trentby get his trousers back, no bloody idea actually, moving on, beak, big beak, yes, blimey, what a beak, couldn't help thinking about Beaky Bumface at Balliol, he was always in the Beak's office for something or other, usually the other actually as it happens, now what colour was the beak, wait a sec, it's coming, as the barmaid said to ..hang on, better not do that one, bit near the knuckle, nudge-nudge, Poop-Poop, a blind horse knows no secrets, what, Phooo--aaaaahr !! Corks ! .......................... sorry, sorry,sorry, nodded off a bit there, Moooooo Moooooo, whose party is it, must slip across the bally room and have a word, no no, hang on, beaks.... red. It was red, yes, hold on, jiggers, the legs were red too ... bloody long as well, I'm telling you, no word of a lie, that Brigitte Barcode or whatever she called herself, Wowsy-Trousers, she had legs. Phwooooaaaar! And the rest, hold on, rhymes with rest, no idea actually, mustn't think about them at the minute, we don't want any more Trouser-Trombone-Trouble, anyway, hold on, you'll need to know what it sounded like, sort of old-gaffer noises, grrrrfff, do it myself during the old rumpy- pumpy, blimey, better cross that out, gasping sort of noise, ooo-er missus, clattery noises too, makes me think of poor old Rupert Crust- Heverington that time he fell off the silly billiard table at the Dorkington, lots of clattering there, rolled him outside onto the pavement I reckon, best thing ... not seen him since actually, now, where was I, or, raaaather, where was it, nearly there, woof-woof, oiks, no bloody clue there, hold on, hold on, lakes, I've got 7 or so on the old shaky-pater's grounds you know, which one, that's the thing, got, it, got it, just a minute, er, one of those, you know old chap, the one where bloody Steggers-Stumpington jumped in starkers ...never seen him since either, odd thing, but that's where it was, up to its legs, grrrr, legs, yes, no, er, hang on, can't be er crumbs quite er right, oourrrhhuuuurhhhhhh..................................................................................... pwwwaaaaaaaaaaar... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That's more than enough of him ! But I hope you found a morsel of cheery-hup in there somewhere . I'm quite proud of my invention of "Trouser-Trombone-Trouble" ... I hope I'm the first to use it in print. And now ... a bit of silly music ... Mr. Slater's Parrot ... I think there's another BBRC thingy somewhere, but I'm not sure where ... if I can't find it, I'll do another one.
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