If anyone ever wondered about the sanity of Britain’s favourite George Michael tribute act then you need to read LRGE’s latest missive on the demise of birding on Scilly.
Lee is well known for his neologisms and here we get a classic mixed with some of his quasi-scientific, or is it quasi-mathematical formulaic, thoughts. Anyone want to pick the bones out of this gem? Incredibly, the following year saw a slump to about 700 people and in the following years in the noughties a dramatic fall. Since about 2008, there have been little more than 350 individuals visit between the end of August and first week of November – perhaps just 20% of these being old-timers or suitably qualified to locate rarities (compare this to about an average of 3,000 birders per October in the 1980’s and 1990’s and 65% qualititve observers)
Any ideas? No me neither. Maybe it’s all the Tories fault, maybe they should have persisted with the Qualitative Easing programme to release more seasoned rarity finders onto Scilly rather than allowing bumbling cunts like me to crash around in the hope of blundering in to a Blackburnian Warbler.
What is worst though or should that be worse, Lee always confuses me, is the total lack of written skills he exhibits. I know Lee is soon going to bombard me with his hilarious emails but fuck it, as I have told him before, if you will insist on writing shit – I won’t stop taking the piss. Lee you’ve trampsed over my beloved English language just too many times…