CBC rogues gallery

Tuesday, 16 November 2010

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

CBC win again!

The CBC quiz team scoops another prize. The all conquering CBC quiz team in good humour after winning the Taff's Well quiz last night.

Thursday, 28 October 2010

Encore Maroc 90

4 Star hotel - we missed the plane. Meriwether looking at swifts, just before we spotted the naked chick in the flat opposite!!

Reservoir Dog

Meriwether

Seymour Love
All three enjoying a well deserved drinks break at Qued Massa - and some good looking German girls off camera.

Seymour inspecting the new tyre during a breakfast stop, after Stefan drove over the rock the previous evening. Meriwether looks on!

Cardiff Bastards in Maroc 1990

Sous Valley

Cafe Dune D'Or, Merzouga. Lovely grub!!

The tent that we rented during our stay at Merzouga.

At Merzouga having just ticked Kittlitz's Plover & Desert Sparrow

Birding the Tagdilt Track.

Wednesday, 27 October 2010

Russ Eynon waiting for a Bus on Shetland.

Wednesday, 20 October 2010

you've just got to admire her.

Saturday, 16 October 2010

AB in Action!

The loneliness of the long distance year-lister.
Or
A Cardiff Bastard flushing again!

Saturday, 9 October 2010

Swansea Cork Ferry - August 1988

All looking a bit younger

Thursday, 23 September 2010

9/20 at Eggy Nun!

A flusher's eye-view of the murky proceedings of 9/20!

The finder of the Bobolink: Kelly or Little Miss Bobolink as she is now known, standing next to her minder!

Monday, 20 September 2010

Outta my wayyyyyy ya scallywags...

...100 lashes for you if i don't get this bird.

Ahoy the Bobolink Cup

Sid, ready for collection next time you are in the big smoke.

Well played that man.....you've only gone and won yourself a massive cup-pa!

You've only gonna bloody done it Sid...aaarrrrrghh (don't forget the pirate theme)! A find almost as good as this record shot is pap.

When a man loses his Gingsters Melton Mowbray Deluxe Pork Pie there's only one thing for it, call in reinforcemnents and organise a flush! And for those of you with moral fortitude and a day of nothing better to do than stare into tall grass,with cries of it's by the umbellifor and just right of the nettles to look forward to, have fun tomorrow.

Hands up if you've ever flushed a Snowy Owl?

Yankee Doodle Dandy

The long lonely trudge back to the car. Thanks to Randal and his nifty parking in the hegde we didn't have to walk that far anyway...... Must buy myself an off roader!

A first, a photo of Portly not asleep......

CR directing operations.

Monday, 6 September 2010

Oh what a beautiful sunset.

Glum, glum, glum and glummer!

Sunday, 5 September 2010

Sad news

I have today,been given the sad news that Gerald H. Jones,the founder of the Odeon cinema group has passed away.His funeral will be held at 14:00,16:10 and 19:45.

Friday, 3 September 2010

Anyone know this guy ?

Collection of Specimens

Thursday, 2 September 2010

Captions please

Biscay.

Don't mess.

The only person to see a Whale.

Biscay alarm c(l)ock

Is it a blow? Is it a yacht? no, it's Slapman!

Biscay 2010

Obergruppenfuhrer von Slapper [Tour Leader]

Asleep again!

CBC Biscay crew 2010
[Note: worst voyage this year due to force 7/8 easterlies. Very few whales & seabirds. However the laugh was good with many good snaps and tales of the 'limpet' & 'don't touch my bottom Tina'.

Wednesday, 25 August 2010

Hands up who got Crabs !

Saturday, 21 August 2010

Who lives in a house like this?

Why it's 3 anti-social men and a rather strange funny finch with a yellow head that Slapper ticked!!
Clue: VC1 and the end of the A30.

taken on his second visit to the 'Pink Flamingo' bar

Ahhh can you feel the love?

Thursday, 19 August 2010

Peterston Gout

Before neap afternoon tide today Singles of Golden Plover, Greenshank and Whimbrel plus the Cape/ hybrid Ruddy Shelduck bird which has been around for some time and another bird of similar ilk though much paler. At least 40 Stock Doves amongst pigeon flock seen distantly in fields. rsp before tide fully in.

Hobby over St Mellons this morning.

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

A mate of mine has just told me he's making love to his girlfriend and her twin.
I said "How can you tell them apart?" He said "Her brother's got a moustache!"

Wednesday, 11 August 2010

And I thought we won?

Argentinian war memorial - Falklands 1982

Cream Tea in the Andes

T'wad & Wurzil polishing off their afternoon's tiffin!

BBQ Patagonia style

The pampas boys enjoying an evening's refreshments.

What really happened.....

The Real Story of the founding of the GBC and not as told on the Other Channel

Let me tell you a tale of when men sat in their great halls by their log fires and whispered stories of an age long ago when there was great turmoil in Land of Morgannwg.

This age, now long past, was an age of the Chivalric Country Codes, when fellow birders, once friends, threw down bins and offered combat, not through the force of arms, but through the medium of the pen, then through of the new science of computers for the right to govern and control the hearts and minds of that troubled county.

Let me start at the beginning. Long, long ago the county of Morgannwg, numbered 41 in the great Doomsday Book of Field Recording, was a happy county with lots of contented birdwatchers residing therein. Although there was only a few good birds to be found, all rejoiced when seen and ticked and a bad word was never said. However this was only a paper thin veneer, there was a sinister move afoot by the men of Jackland, in the western region beyond the river Castell Nedd. This move was to secede from the governing body, who’s home was in the great city of Metropolis in the east. Jacklanders, although seemingly friendly, hated Metropolis and its gang, lead by Morrey the Great.

So it was that Harold Greyhair and Robert Earl of Blackpill led Jackland out of the union and called themselves GOS of the Western Empire beyond the Nedd. And so with great sadness did the split occur. Morrey the Great passed on to those reedbeds in the sky, as did many from Metropolis, broken hearted by events in the west.

This then triggered a new movement in Metropolis. Young, noble birders, now greatly disaffected with the old, gnarled and out of date Ornithological section, voted for disbandment and formed a new association of gallant birdwatchers of the east, and called it the Glamorgan Bird Club. A new club with a new start, Phoenix from the ashes. Its coffers were empty but its heart was strong and its will steadfast in the belief that it could survive and prosper and continue the great work of the Annual Bird Report, started by Morrey the Great and Lady Amy the Good.

Twitchers they were and great birders too. A club for Birders by Birders was their motto. The first report, though numbered XXVII, was produced and great merriment greeted it. Although not grand in appearance, it was in itself a testament to the fortitude and will of the young men of Metropolis and their resolve to get the job done.

Years followed and the reports got better as more joined the club and the coffers filled. The young passed into middle age and with that came contentment and through contentment came complacency and through complacency came the dude usurpers. Suddenly before the founding fathers knew what had happened they were out. Out of their own club. Driven out by faceless lackeys, who had joined the club, got on the committee and were now in charge.

Left only as a rump, they still met in the old tavern down in the borough of Cathays, called Gower. Ironic really the name after events further west. But friends they still were, and pots were still to be tossed. In these troubled dark days came an idea, a beacon of light, what if we split again and founded of our own club here in Metropolis. We have all the established birders, most of the great and the good of Morgannwg birding still reside here in Metropolis. However years passed and still nothing was done.

Meanwhile events were gaining apace. The usurped GBC now created its own website, started by the committee, now known in Metropolis as the politburo, and masterminded by another outsider, known as the Fat Controller. He, along with Chairman Snipe, from a small hamlet just south of Metropolis and Tinman from the Morgannwg Marches pushed for outright control of the airwaves as well as producing their own now much maligned and poorly written bird reports, supplemented by a quarterly rag known as the GBC’s Bugle of Truth.

So Morgannwg now had its very own website, which is strictly controlled by the politburo and the Fat Controller. Nothing bad was to be reported. Nothing bad was to be said about the GBC committee, otherwise it was banned. Not even constructed criticism would be tolerated. Nothing could be said without rebuke from people not fit to hold your tripod.

This now led to the old Metropolis birders using the said town tavern in earnest, not only for the consumption of fine ales but for plotting revenge, a dish which is better served cold. It was time to get even with the usurpers once and for all time! The plotters: Lord Percy Pancake, his loyal esquire Secret Squirrel, Alex of the Tightwads, Slaphead from the village of the Tongii, Seymour Tweets of the Lovers Guild, the Rhiwbina Sheppard, Randal M. Snowdrop and Meriwether the Scribe. With these came their friends from the far flung corners of the shire. Although not all from Metropolis, or would-be plotters for that matter, but they could be counted on as fair players. These were St. Maurice of the Mellons, Sven Barrage and Paul the Good of the Norton Wood Friars, both Middle Earthers. Markus of Cwmbach and Hoganovich Lord of the Abercanaid both of the Kingdom of Tydful the Martyr in the far north. To the north-west there were Sidart the Black and Martyn von Bosch both of the Maestegi and in the Vale, Steve the Llancadle Wader.

The plotters, affectionately known as the ‘Cardiff Bastards‘, after an incepted email from one of the enemy, considered their strategy. A persistent challenge was effected against the website Forum, with topics to arouse tempers and get keyboards tapping. The first to taste the wraith of the Bastards was the Fat Controller, who for all his huff and puff, he was no match for the rapier wit from Metropolis and resigned.

Although this was considered a minor victory, it did not alter the fact that whatever was said, it was still the politburo and their now new webmaster Dan-Dan the nerdy man, who were pulling the strings, or threads for that matter. What was needed now was a entirely new strategy.

Heads were put together and it was decided that if Brother Slaphead could come up with the goods, we, the old establishment, would be online with our own blog. Our site for us. Well lo and behold, he did it and we were on the internet. Our very own site, where you could say what wanted without any so-called pious upstarts calling you to account.

And so it is today, as I tell you this now CBC1 & CBC2 are online and well read by all and here to stay. All can say what they feel and post their comments in good company. The politburo and their spies still try to divide and conquer, but to no avail. It won’t work because we’ve been there and done it and come out smelling of sweet Cardiff roses. Just look at our following, it only goes to show who is better. It is us here in Metropolis. It is we that set the pace. It is we who have the best ideas. It is us who love to share our thoughts with you and it is your thoughts we love to hear.

The moral of this story is quite simple, don’t fuck with the Bastards or we’ll set the End of the World Valley duo of Richy the Dark-hearted & Clive Scissor-hands after you. And you know how heartless they are - Lmok and the Spagmeister are still receiving treatment for ICS: injurious comments syndrome.

And they all lived happily ever after - or thought they did!

* All characters in this story are fictional, any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

ã CBC Writers Guild