18 May 2013

NEED?!!! Nah, it's just a bird!

So, it was Friday evening, pretty late on, just after eleven I reckon. My cousin & his missus were round at ours and we'd devoured close to three bottles of Vino Tinto, half a bottle of Malibu & some lager. We were getting all merry and chatting bollocks when in the background I thought I heard that irritatingly exciting whine of  'THE MEGA ALERT'... I ignored it and carried on slurping. Then my phone started going off. I recall thinking 'Shit, there must be something fucking big cracking off... now does my goblet need a refill??'.
Fifteen minutes later (I think) I staggered  strolled into my bedroom, dug into my work bag, retrieved my pager, glanced at something about a thrush and lobbed it into the kitchen. I then checked my phone and saw the missed call was from Archer and thought 'Oh well, if it's important, he'll ring again'. He didn't so I carried on getting nuked.
When our company finally pissed off, some time after midnight, I fired up my laptop and learnt, via Facebook, that there was indeed a thrush knocking about. A pretty rare thrush in fact. In an inebriated panic, I quickly updated my Facebook status, informing all & sundry that I was not interested in this thrush and not to contact me regarding going for it and then I did some sleeping.
Yep, that's how pissed I was!

I was awoken the following morning (this morning) by my wife shaking my dozy head and screaming ''STEVIE! GO AND TURN THAT FUCKING PAGER OFF!!!'' - It appeared that in my haste to carry on onto another planet the night before, I'd not fingered the correct button on the pager and when the news was blurted out at c6am stating that the Dusky Thrush was still alive in the graveyard, the cuntingly ridiculous 'Mega Alert' decided to start sounding again.
I clambered out of bed and with my drunken digits, molested the pager and made some coffee.
Right then, Dusky Thrush eh? In Kent! I best sober up and sort something out. Get my gear packed, wap some clothes on and head south east.
Ya see, that's what any bog standard fucked in the head birder would have done I guess. Most birders will tell you that they 'NEED' Dusky Thrush (well most won't now but pretend this was before they saw it). NEED! NEED, off of like, one NEEDS to breathe, one NEEDS to drink water, one NEEDS to eat food....  One NEEDS to see a Dusky(?) Thrush? Nah! What a load of old twollop. No cunt NEEDS to see a bird. They may WANT to see it and REQUIRE to see it so that they can 'tick it off' their silly lists but no fucker NEEDS to see a bird, that is unless some twat has got some weird medical issue where seeing a Dusky Thrush might just save their diminishing eyesight or mend their faulty kidney or summat.
I booted up the laptop and logged in to Facebook and didn't enjoy reading a load of tosh regarding 'the' bird. Was I envious? Well, yeah, maybe, just a little. I'd have enjoyed being down there with all those other cranks but Dusky Thrush ain't a bird I fancy. It does nothing for me. It's just a wishy washy Redwing in my eyes. Nowadays, I don't go for birds cos I 'NEED' them for 'my list' - I'll only travel for shit that I would love to see in the flesh such as Wallcreeper (such a cliché, I know), Yellow Browed Bunting, Sibe Accentor etc.
I know a load of folk who went and saw it and they must be all happy & stuff now, eagerly updating Bubo and posting pics of the creature they travelled all that way to stare at. What a joy it must have been spanking it down to Kent in order to mooch around in a cemetery with a load of other sad cases, all bedecked in various shades of green whilst a fucking humdinger of a bird porned it before their eyes silly little HYBRID bird pecked around in some trees.

Ya see, I ain't jealous, I had better things to do... I stayed at home, drank coffee, smoked fags, watched football focus, checked out images of hybrid Naumann's/Dusky Thrush and finished off my kitchen.

Before (around February time)
And after (about 3pm'ish time today).

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