Comments enabled.....hmmm....

Several of my readers have told me they have trouble adding comments.  So I've changed some settings so it should be okay now.  It leaves me open to anonymous comments calling me a wanker and the like, but I've got a thick skin, I can take it.  So if you want to add a comment saying "Fuck you Quigs, you twat" then I'm alright with it.  But if you take it a little too  far, I will make it my life's work to find you through your IP address, track you down and tell No Neck Ted off Benedict to pay you a visit.  Some say his dad's German.  Anyway if you've got to post a comment anonymously, just put who in god's name you are within the post.  Piss easy.

I was near Benedict the other day as I was visiting all the very local sites that have ever held Waxwings.  I could've popped a mile or two down the road and seen the flocks at Asda and St Stephens but that's just not what I wanted to do.  So there.  I was rewarded with a flyover flock of c.10 SW over First Lane, not quite heading to join the flock at Sainsbury's but I presumed they'd end up there, then, not so local at all, I had another 5 going south from the car over South Ferriby on the way back from a Long Billed Dow that's been at Alkborough Flats for fourteen years.

Whoever took this photo, can I borrow it to put on my blog? 

Thanks in anticipation. 

 If you think it may be yours, just contact me and I will gladly

delete it and add someone elses stolen from Google images. 

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Ollie, Jimmy, Dennis, Val, Jimmy

Good evensong.  Upside-down Ollie is back upside down again after becoming the right way up for a couple of weeks.  Let me tell you something about upside-down Ollie, he is a right proper bastard.

There.

"Why is upside-down Ollie a right proper bastard?" I hear my beloved readers cry.
Well, he is a right proper bastard because he has tickets to see The Stone Roses in his new home town of Perth on March the bastard 3rd next year.  So now do you see why he is right proper bastard?  I knew you'd agree.  Right now I'm engulfed with green envy which will ease, then ease some more until March the bastard 3rd starts to emerge on the horizon when I will build to a crescendo on March the bastard 3rd when I will just wear a flower pot top pop mop top pop pot shot flops stylee hat and listen to the Roses all day drinking strong cider to appease my longing.  After, I will be awaiting upside-down Ollie's report with baited breath.  Magic, it'll be magic.

I care not though, as by then I will have tickets myself to one of next year's British gigs, and I also care not as last week I went to see Wolfsbane.  So there.  Sit on that.

"I pour my brain into a can and beer swamps my mind
Turning me from a man into something less defined
An open wound with raw emotions bleeding forth
The night becomes a swamp as the brew takes its course"

 

- Dennis Thatcher c.1989

James "Jimmy" James and I went to the pub first.  Then to another pub.  Then more pubs until we found ourselves in the Sheffield area of the country.  We looked for the right site and looked carefully until we found one of several poisonous perennial herbs of the genus Aconitum, especially A. lycoctonum, native to northern Europe, having broad rounded leaves, elongate racemes, and light purple flowers......... 

How can something so beautiful be such poison?

Barren yet fertile?

Placid yet dangerous?

Beautiful yet bollocks.....

................No, not that kind of Wolfsbane you fucking nonces!  This Wolfsbane:

Totally rock 'n' roll.  See how Jeff is OUTSIDE

yet still wearing shorts and Jase needs to ABSOLUTELY put his jacket on. 

If that's not rock, I don't know what is!

 

So, after standing there in the Corporation in Sheffield with stinking middle aged, balding, fat, ugly, drunken men, the rest of the crowd said let's move over there away from these two and watch Wolfsbane!  That was a good joke, wasn't it.  They're pretty good but time is not on their side, alas.
During "Manhunt" a basic MAN came on the stage with a basic WOLF'S MASK on and sort of growled at the crowd!  It was all a bit early eighties, trying to evoke an Eddie-type mascot, though I'm sure it was meant tongue-in-cheek.
I think the actual clip of that is on Youtube.

So there.

Strangely, I was looking at my lists (which I don't often do) and realised looking through it that I've dipped a fair few things.  I even totted up the "dip list" i.e. things not on the list that I've gone for in some way and not seen.  Some proper bastards like Double Crested Cormorant (how did I miss that, it stayed for 18 years), Long Toed Stint, Blue Cheeked Bee Eater ( the Cowden bird still REALLY sticks in the throat), Slate Coloured Junco, then some proper Yorkshire bastards like Red Eyed Vireo, and some proper Spurn bastards like Least Sand.  The dip list totalled 39!  I think I remember reading Garry Bagnells dip list and I think my 39 outweighs his no end, so list-for-list, 39 is pretty massive in comparison.  This means that I:

a)  don't "go" for things as quick as I should
b)  don't spend enough time at said quarry, and
c)  have a big, brown cock.

Ergo, Man U are disgusting, cheating, lucky bastards who stink of piss.


This is the end, my only friend, the end.  To quote Ice Man out of Top Gun.

Hatstand.

Who in the name of Jimmy Savile's shiny ballsack

still has a hatstand in the foyer?  Or vestibule?

I'll tell you, the clinically insane that's who.

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Another pointless post, losing the will to blog/live

Blogger, my blog host, gives me insights into the hits I recieve, info such as which countries people have visited from, what time of day is most popular, even things like which operating system is most popular, it even gives a pie chart of the various operating systems!  Like who in the name of Satan would want to know that?  Another snippet of useless information it offers is what phrases have people googled to arrive at this poorly written shite very informative weblog of the highest order.  This I look at sometimes as it often throws up some crazy insights into the minds of the googling working class.  Today's offerings:

abu hamza key holder

"spurn trying"

co workers suck eachother off

now then now then glad he's not alive

i cant feel my legs pig

mince lion for sale.

Mince Lion for sale?  I'm gonna google that......yep, I come up second one down on google.  Hmmm.  This perhaps offers more of an insight into the poor quality subject matter on here than the minds of the proletariat.

I promise I will try to improve.

Chestnut Eared Bunting?  Holy jesus christ mamma. 

There's a voice that keeps on calling me,

down the road, that's where I'll always be.

And every step I take, I'll make a new friend,
Can't stay for long just ture around and I'm gone again.

 

Honest, I will tell you about interesting things one day.  Even a report from Spurn, which is meant to be the whole point of this. 





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Wolfsbane tomorrow

Good evening.  Spurn was, how do I say this, a bit shit.  October.  Mid October.  I even went on my birthday (15th) to extract birthday treats.  And thanks for all the happy birthday goodwill messages.  Birthday treats included 2 Chiffs along Westfield Lane (I did Easington for most of that day), 2 Jays in the same area which in any other year would be pretty mega for the Spurn area.  Without checking, I reckon Spurn's had more.....erm....Radde's than Jays.  I think that's about right.  Then 3 Redpoll sp. dropped straight into Sammy's from on-high.  Chances.  They were flighty and I never nailed the bastards. 

Rio Ferdinand - what a wanker.  I hate that racist.
L***s - typical showing.
Hull City - back where we belong, the top team in Yorkshire
Sheffield tomorrow - the mighty Wolfsbane playing live.

There. 

That's it, I'm pisses.



That was meant to say I'm pissed, but "I'm pisses" sound infinitely better.
I'm pisses.

....In another world...in another universe....

...tonight.....all hell is breaking loose.....

Might see you there you slags





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Jimmy Savile Owed the Tax Man

Rattle rattle jewellery jewellery say everything twice say everything twice.

Jimmy Savile.  Who'd have thought it eh? 

Well.....I would actually.

I once saw Jimmy Savile on a twitch.  I'd twitched Pied Wheat AND Woodchat Shrike from Leeds to Scarborough on train back in my University days.  I dipped both, but on the sea front whilst searching, Jimmy Savile came jogging by!  At the time, I used to do exaggerated impressions of Jimmy Spitting Image style, much to the chagrin (or amusement) of Jim, of Research Dept fame.  Jimmy jogged past, training for his next marathon and said "hello" to me and fingered an innocent girl who just 'appened to be in his way.

I like grammar and it's effects.  Look at this sentence:

Jimmy Savile - pervert.

Change the grammar:

 

Jimmy's a vile pervert.

Coincidence?  I think not.  Susan Boyle has leapt to the defence of Savile, saying she was on his show when she was 15 and he definitely didn't touch her.
The BBC News channel just displayed images of the three women who claimed that Jimmy Savile interfered with them sexually. They showed a current picture of each of the women and a picture taken of each of them from the 1970s.
The caption read: Now, then. Now, then. Now, then.
Jimmy Savile's family have had the gravestone removed along with all the flowers as a mark of respect. It just leaves a small hole and no bush around it.
Just what he would have wanted.
But he's dead.  I'm glad he's dead.  There.  I'm not sure if I've ever said that sentence before.  Actually, I'm not glad he's dead.  I wish he was still alive so he could face the charges, face the public, and face the victims.  When I saw the lucky bastard sick pervert who got away with banging school girls on Scarborough front, he was wearing the most garish shell suit imaginable.  When he died Primark brought out a shell suit in his honour.  The top was a normal, adult sized shell suit top but you had to really try and squeeze into the kid's bottoms. 

They've just found his diary, his last entry was about 13 years old.

Allegedly: BBC cover up, Savile supplied boys to Ted Heath from "the" Jersey children's home, yes, that Ted Heath, John Peel, Fluff Freeman's kinky parties, children supplied by Savile plied with drugs and alcohol, Jonathon King present, Savile denied ever visiting the children's home on Jersey - there are pictures of him there, Heath regularly took boys on his yacht for the weekend, "Mr Eddy" is a well known term in and around Hampstead and the children's home nearby, Esther Rantzen (matriarch of child line) allegedly knew about Savile, hypocritical nazi, but worst of all, Savile had a tax debt when he died.  How could he do such a thing?.....etc, etc....

All I know is that a LOT of people must've known about Savile.  Mainly BBC orientated people.  Heads should fucking roll.
Enquiries need to begin.
Heads should roll.
Simple as that.

Say everything twice, say everything twice.

Spurn in morning you slags......





p.s. R.I.P. Jase and Kev.

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Fair Isle.....cool?

A few days ago a MAGNOLIA WARBLER was found on the mega island that is Fair Isle.  2nd for Britain.  First one since 1982, some thirty years ago!  Hell's teeth!  Hell's teeth indeed.  If one was found at, say Spurn I would suggest that the message would go something like this:

!!!  Magnolia Warbler           East Yorks                               Kilnsea

                                              1st winter in Churchyard today.  Do not park at the Crown
                                              and Anchor, parking is being arranged in the church field
                                              please follow on-site instructions.  A donations bucket will
                                              be in place.

Something like that.  Or if one was found, say on Orkney the message would, perhaps go something like this: 

!!! Magnolia Warbler            Orkney                                     Kirkwall, Mainland

                                              1st winter showing well along McDonalds Road.  Extra boats
                                              are being chartered from Scotland for the morning.  Please
                                              sample local whisky.  Park in the Grouse Fucker public house
                                              and walk down towards Ian's Taxis.  Bird is in willows at the
                                              back of the office.

When one was found on Fair Isle, MEGA, 2nd for Britain, first since '82, much sought after dendroica (sic) yank passeriniforme, do you know what it said?  Go on....

one this evening

One this evening?!!  Are you having a laugh Fair Isle?  How cool is Fair Isle?  It just shrugs it's huge geo-setter based shoulders and says "one this evening".  Fair Isle is the coolest of all the islands in the world.  Far cooler than Jim Rockford out the Rockford Files.  Even cooler than Nelander when Jules tells her we're all gonna be like little Fonzies, and what's Fonzy like? 
".......errr.......cool?"
Correctamundo, we're all gonna be cool.     
Fair Isle - cool reporting.  Or is it just a little arrogant?  Maybe.  I tend to think it's just cool.

If this is your photo...........I am not bothered.

Anyway, went to Spurn.  Small child was asleep as we arrived but woke up the very second I parked up.  I just couldn't get out of taking her with me and it's a nightmare trying to pin down some flitting Phyllosc amongst the sueda when she's around me neck poking my bins that I'm already holding one handed cos I'm holding her just so she won't run off and start making massive noises which would be much to the disdain of the assembled throng. 

A flying visit bagged zero Rose Coloured Starlings which I spent time searching for at the gas terminal, a Red Breasted Fly and as I pulled up to the Riverside where a Barred had been seen.  "Imagine my surprise" when I joined the assembly (whom I presumed were watching the Barred) when the first thing I clapped eyeballs on was a wing-barred Phylloscopus!  "Hell's teeth" I exclaimed, then realised that this was what they were really watching.  Still unconfirmed, I tried to get clinching views with Livs peering down the other end of my bins saying "Hello Dad" and laughing her head off because I couldn't see a thing.  It was a Greenish.


There.






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Well, I've seen some things in my thyme

Did you see the back pages on Monday morning?  That's right a big, beaming picture of Van Persie "after scoring the glorious winner against Liverpool, the team that Manchester United have toppled as the most successful club in the country".  Fuck off.  I didn't even know the new horse-faced dutch man in town was on the pitch!  Man U were outplayed by a pretty poor Liverpool outfit.  It's the same every week:

Man U outplayed in first half.
Man U can't string two passes together.
Ref makes a shocking decision in Man U's favour.
Changes the game.
Man U still struggle.
Ref makes another decision in Man U's favour.
Man U score late on to win the game.
Tabloids print huge back page of whoever scored the winner.
Tabloids suck Man U off.
Man U fans believe the hype.
The unknowing public believe it.
Man U fans suck each other off.
Essex is awash with back-slapping coworkers.
Essex coworkers suck each other off.
Boss (who knows nothing about football) sees coworkers sucking each other off.
Boss reads tabloids.
Boss believes that Man U have the best team.
Boss forgives coworkers sucking each other off in office time.
Boss organises team building day out at Old Trafford.
Boss buys Man U fucking shirt.
Fulham have 3 sent off in first ten minutes of teambuilding exercise.
Ref awards 8 dodgy penalties.
Man U win in stoppage time against a poor Fulham side.
Tabloids issue pull out poster special of van Horse Face II who scored the spectacular winner from the spot against a magnificent Fulham side.
Essex believes the hype.
Essex coworkers indulge in some more back slapping and lure another coworker into the hype.
New Essex coworker buys poster special edition of van Horse II.
New Essex coworker buys Man U shirt.
Man U get richer on the back of shameless favouritism from a) the media b) the FA c) the referrees.
Mr M. Quigley recieves banning order and 12 months suspended for ripping a plastic Manc "fan"s leg off.

ad finitum

Tame.

Better...

 

Same every week. 

Even you Mancs out there reading this must realise Sunday was just a typical day for Man U. 

You're shit.  But you still got 3 points. 

Mark (above) shows why this is.

Some people say I take things too far.  Some say I don't. 

Some say I went to saw a Fudge Duck the other day in Barton. 

I found a Fudge Duck once.  I was only 14 or summat.

East Park, Hull. 

Yorkshire listers owe me for that one. 

Mega.

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