CBC rogues gallery

Thursday, 16 October 2008

Much better weather today at the Og.

Wednesday, 15 October 2008

RNP at Ogmore Watermill this evening

Sunday, 12 October 2008

Spotted in a Cornwall Valley Recently

Portly, Isaac and SS decide to ditch the use of binoculars and in good old CBC style, id the Alder Fly by naked eye.... yep... it's the one with the ring.

Fancy a bite of my Banana ?

Thursday, 9 October 2008

Morocco, Sri Lanka & France

Looking for Dark Chanting Goshawk at Igoudar 1997 - dipped. Gripped in 1990!

It's on our WP list!

CBC crew birding in Victoria Park - (Sri Lanka)

The 38th (Welsh) Div. Memorial at Mametz.
It's overlooking the 'Hammerhead' at Mametz Wood,
on the Somme. You cannot stand here without feeling very humble
and very proud to be Welsh.

CBC on tour

Swiss Alps - I've just shot an apple off Lover Boy's Head!
Portly looks on, while SS can't......

Loafing in Portugal 1990

Isaac, a not-so Portly & SS all enjoy the White-billed Diver!
Shetland 1987.

Meriwether at the Marano glacier in Argentina 2004

Thursday, 2 October 2008

Deepest Africa

As they are currently banned from Middle Earth, CBC decide to visit Middle of the Earth instead

Tuesday, 9 September 2008

Blogmeister your wish is granted

General Radovan Slaphedovic aka the Beast of Serburbia secretly filmed crossing the Bay of Fins.

Wanted in Middle Earth for crimes against sanity. This simple disguise fools no-one. Unlike the Hologram below.

Monday, 8 September 2008

Thursday, 4 September 2008

HOLY WATERS SCAM REVEALED

After years of wondering what the KNNR had that no other place had it can be revealed that it was all smoke and mirrors - or to be more precise HOLOGRAMS.

It appears that a serious outbreak of holgraphic birds was resposible for the flood of rares over the past 20years

CNN has now revealed the source to be a mysterious holographic Doctor who when in disguise appeared as the Warden of the Holy Waters.

Cosmic energy radiating from him led to the hologram Royal Tern, Red throated pipit and many others.

The amazing likeness that this changeling Doctor has to the warden has left birdwatchers astonished

Wednesday, 3 September 2008

Scilly

Smiles after ticking Black and white warbler (in colour)

Point pelee

Everyone has a double somewhere,he's even got the same bins.

Blorenge

I'm staying 'till i get these fucking Grouse.And yes,he got a wet arse.

Cork-Swansea ferry.

In the days of black and white we had to deal with the Irish sea.Ah,those were the days (not)

Monday, 1 September 2008

One of those Biscay lulls.

Two days ago he was terrified of boats. Now a hardened seaman.

Here`s one of Slap cleaning the salt off his glass eye.

Bored shitless.

Oh what a Dutch Beautie...But I must have him, I love his big lens.

Isaac doesn`t believe me.

Sunday, 31 August 2008

Saturday, 30 August 2008

Richard tells Slaphead all about his free membership of GBC and how he will be using his whopping saving of £10 pa to finally take Sue on that much dreamed of cruise around Roath Park Lake, sorry I meant the Antarctic...

After a tense stand off Richard is thrilled to finally come out on top and accepts Slaphead's offer of a special reduced £5 pa CBC membership fee.

However, Slap is far from amused to discover his application for free life time membership of GBC for services to Blogging has been vetoed by the Committee.

Conclusive proof that at some point he did have his binoculars

Russ tells our Belgian friend about the Prawle Point Chestnut-sided Warbler for the 25th time in two hours.....

Accept, Reject, Pend..... you decide

Unlike some, Club President Jim Ellis remembers the first rule of seawatching. Always bring your binoculars.

At 108 years old, Club President Jim is probably thinking what a f**king rabble this lot are. As the club's most senior and respected member he is immune from having a silly Pseudonym and is known affectionately as Old Jim.

Portly won't be amused... looks like he's got some serious competition when it comes to kipping on tour!

Friday, 29 August 2008

Almost forgot.

The next time you're watching the news and they start droning on and on about the dangers of binge drinking, just remember this picture and remember the graphic evidence so clearly shown here of the dangers of excess alcohol that come with years and years of being a pelagic playboy.....

What we did on our holidays.....

From left to right: The vegtarian (I'd tell you his new 'trip' nickname but he'd kill me), Sir Secret Squirrel, Geoffrey (from Rainbow), Mrs James Hunt, Slaphead, Silent Bob, Phillip 'the buns' Schofield, Brad Pitt, Alexander, Freddie Mercury, Zaphod Beeblebrox

Told you it was Freddie Mercury

Homeboy

Home Help

Isaac Love shows Silent Bob exactly how and were not to wear his new merkin.

In this exclusive photograph only Silent Bob manges to maintain even a fraction of his hetrosexuality (From left to right: John Inman, Jason Donovan (allegedly), Silent Bob and Dale Winton)

Wednesday, 27 August 2008

Rogues gallery

So,if I accept your record,you will give me £50?

you ain't seen me....right

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

CBC rogues gallery

Thursday, 16 October 2008

Much better weather today at the Og.

Wednesday, 15 October 2008

RNP at Ogmore Watermill this evening

Sunday, 12 October 2008

Spotted in a Cornwall Valley Recently

Thursday, 9 October 2008

Morocco, Sri Lanka & France

CBC on tour

Thursday, 2 October 2008

Deepest Africa

Randal On The Pull Again

Tuesday, 9 September 2008

Blogmeister your wish is granted

Monday, 8 September 2008

Spooooky!

Thursday, 4 September 2008

HOLY WATERS SCAM REVEALED

Wednesday, 3 September 2008

Scilly

Canada

Point pelee

Scilly

Blorenge

Cork-Swansea ferry.

Monday, 1 September 2008

One of those Biscay lulls.

Sunday, 31 August 2008

Saturday, 30 August 2008

And There's More

Friday, 29 August 2008

Almost forgot.

What we did on our holidays.....

Wednesday, 27 August 2008

Rogues gallery

What really happened.....

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