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Pangalactic Gargleblasters...

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I miss Nancy's brekkies

Sioux, the 'pan-galactic-gargle-blasters' we were neckin in the Queens in Lerwick .

Hmm, I'll have to sensor most of mine.

How about setting off at midnight in pursuit of something "interesting", seen briefly in the morning at Portland and described by the sunbathing girlfriend of a mate.... needing to put about 3 gallons of water to one of petrol into an ageing mini to get all the way to Portland.... and it was a Savannah Sparrow when we got there.

I too underestimated the destructive powers of the Bonxies at Hernamess... missed Albert and got back to the car to discover my partner had dropped their wallet, with all funds in it somewhere en route!

Sorry if this has been done before but I'm a newbie so it's allowed. Come on... you must all have some... bare your soul...say your confession... it's cathartic! -Setting fire to my sleeping bag with a cigarette after an exhausting afternoon pursuing Booted Warbler at Spurn -Banging on about Orphean to my Uncle In Law who I barely knew only to find that he saw Orphean too and everybody in the birding world knew Bill Mulligan (I felt so small!) -Hitching a ride from Manchester to Aberdeen with a lecherous lorry driver who put us up in a Portacabin overnight then took us back to his home to meet his missus and his pet Raven (or Crow... can't remember - I was plastered) -Missing the last ferry from Fetlar to Mainland, letting ourselves into a church in Funzie and hearing a crunch as two old dears showed up. Frightened the living daylights out of them. Frightened us more... the recently deceased mother was lying in state in the next room. (Upside... they let us stay in their caravan and we scoped Snowy Owl from the window over a cuppa) - Learning a valuable lesson... walking across the breeding grounds of Bonxies in Hermaness in pursuit of 'The Albatross' is a highly risky thing - Being stuck in the midde of Stodmarsh with a wierd bloke who gave us a lift and 'INSISTED' that he take us to the middle of the Marsh whilst telling us that he'd been done for firearms at Heathrow (and we dipped on Glossy Ibis - bugger) - Sleeping on the tarmac at Penzance Heliport and waking up the next morning in a pool of water - Everyone getting scabies in that Godforsaken hole we stayed on the last night on Scilly because we'd been 'fogged in' Worry not - this is not Girlfriends Reunited as I have met Pete for a scoop or two since and am long time married to an 'Im Indoors who has never really understood twitching and why people did what they did. Would love to hear your stories. If this forum is too pc to do this, I claim the fifth amendment Sioux