David Cropper

Good boy. I'll send you my leaflet on " Fat birds. The whys and wherefores of Chubby chasing" well worth a read.

I think you need, firstly, a long, cold shower. Secondly a spell in either therapy or a rubber room. How odd.

Yep, thought so. Man's an out and out lothario.

Is that a Scottish thing?

"I'd rather just have a chug". How quaint.

Hhmm, a sailor eh, Eggs? Could this possibly be the Sausage Jockey formerly known as Kevin " Your a comely young man" Johnson? Stay well away.

Obviously! I ain't a monk or dead! You must have a degree in Stating the Bleeding Obvious.

And you say that my standards are low, Mr Johnson! Welcome into the fold, my boy.

Sod all wrong with Fatties, you fussy bugger.

She must have a modicum of intelligence to do the job she does. Does that intelligence stretch to thinking she could get away with saying something as disgusting as that? As to a very lonely man needing company? He would have to be extremely lonely. This comes from the least fussy bloke in the World. If someone had been so incensed and said she needed gang raping, there would be an instant, and rightly so, outcry. Boris has kids and a heavily pregnant girlfriend, did this left wing cretin not think of the anguish that would cause? What Stubby said was almost Shakespearean compared to some of the filth being said on social media. Have at it Lefties.

Well said Mr Stubbs.

C

Christ mate! Look after yourselves. Just hope people realise what you and your colleagues are doing for everybody.

First centre fire rifle I bought was a Tikka M55 (if I recall) in 270 Win. That was 1981. Cracking rifle, floating barrel, never let me down. I started on 150 grain but changed to 130, but found them too hot. A friend of mine supplied home loads, back to150 but used a slower powder. Used on Sika , found that they weren't doing the same damage to the carcass as shop bought, in this case Norma. Changed over eventually to a 243 which did the job.

We have loads of Raptors here. Never see rabbits, I think it's a result of mixie from generations ago. I think that I'm lucky to have seen 100 in the18 years that I've lived here. Hen harriers aren't uncommon here, Merlin's and Hobbies as well, although I can't tell them apart. I was told years ago that one is a winter visitor and the other is a summer one. One of the most impressive sight is the cranes going north in February then returning south when the summer ends. Thousands of them. First time I saw and heard them I thought they were geese. You can hear them during the nights going over.

I can see this going well. Makes his own rocket fuel booze AND reactivates military weapons! You have some very interesting friends Andy.

I heard a hoopoe yesterday for the first time this year. Quite a few redstarts around at the moment.

This is mainly for the Scottish Contingent on Arbtalk. Sorry, no subtitles. received_507355326624257.mp4

I was allowed out today after three weeks total isolation. It's two weeks since I brought my wife back from hospital so lockdown is over now. It felt very strange going shopping, my wife feels very unsure about doing it as that's what caused her to catch the virus in the first place. Leaving the house this morning I felt like Julie Andrews in the sound of Music running about the meadows, it was a big sense of relief. But when I was actually in the supermarket, it began to hit home what had happened to us. I couldn't wait to get out of there. Cashiers locked behind plastic, wall to floor plastic sheets with slits for your credit card, gloved and masked, like something out of a science fiction film. Then when I got home, couldn't get in my gates with the van as four builders' vans where blocking the road and my gate. Each vehicle was double crewed, all working in the same room of the property opposite my place, not giving a far rat's arse about distancing. I was absolutely furious, firstly by being blocked but more so for these cretins doing exactly what shouldn't be done. I still got a bollocking for cocking up the shopping list from my wife, end of a perfect day.

There goes the Good Friday (Belfast) Agreement!

Classy! If Mr Johnson asks for photos, deny him. It will end in tears and tantrums.

Don't try your sweet talk on me young man! You've obviously woken up now, I was worried.

Never again, Jolly Jack Tar! 57 times is more than enough.

Christ Alive, Eggs! You are bored!

Good boy, that's better! You'll be back on track shortly, don't like this new you, I'm afraid. You need to start snarling again, quite entertaining.