The unsound approach

Punkbirders, as good indoors as out...

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At the request of Rick the photo below depicts an extraordinary general meeting of Clan PB, the largest since the last largest gathering (Si's wedding?), but the location was a closely guarded secret* for fear of an attack by shady North Norfolk insurgents. All sorts of plans were formulated which were variously brilliant, stupid and unworkable (but mostly deemed stupid by WAG peer-review), the fruits of which will hopefully be available for reader consumption at some time in the next decade. You have been warned....

*so secret that one team member legally residing at the location had no idea what was going on


Rewind: back in the autumn Dan & Hannah left for Wales, it was a terrible loss to East Anglian ornithology; Dan used to go birding in Norfolk almost every year; usually from the car while off to Picnic Fayre to buy some nice wine. We marked his departure by a series of banquets, parties and the inaugural punkbirder sports day in Eaton Park. The official event photographer JG took hundreds of embarrassing photos of birding superstars like Robin Chittenden and Dave Farrow, but mostly of Mike Hoit's rounders batting technique. Tragically these photos fell victim to a random deleting session and the potential for blackmail was irretrievably lost. What does remain - almost forgotten after the excitement (well, -ish) of autumn and the drudgery of winter is a few faded images* of those halcyon days....  

*obviously this feature is primarily engineered for those chaps and chapeses who have the misfortune to know us, at least for everyone else these will provide salient fieldmarks to identify and steer clear of us in the field (or the club for that matter)

things were all perfectly cordial for a while (note that Alex somehow used jedi tricks to appear in every photo taken on that fateful evening, we don't have time to photoshop him out of some...); until Keith remembered he had a reputation to uphold....

from then on in things got a bit hazy...

Between Rob and Keith the devastation was such that Dan was left holding up the roof of the club using only a Corona and his forehead...

left, Alex here demonstrates some Peterson-style clues to the recognition of Ilya Maclean & (right) Note how applied researchers can come to demonstrate behaviours more normally associated with their study species.

There are some videos from later on this evening, but following the protocol of mutually assured destruction these have been deleted and the laptops containing them formatted and thrown in the Yare; its for the best.

So, Dan, best of luck in Wales, easy on the megas and if the contracts dry up them you can always go on Fame Accademy as a Simon Cowell look-alike... 


Another year rolls by, we saw in 2008 in the good 'ol Unthank Arms with swift transfer to an undisclosed address nearby. The usual sex, drugs and rock n'roll at Rob's house was put off till '09, we hope Clive Byers wasn't waiting outside there for too long....

 

 

NEW YEAR 2007

in a break from the festivities Stu returns to his warm safe place at Myerscough, John M returns again and again to his warm safe ale....

Mexican stand-offs, only we aint got no mexicans, Dave S.'s haka gives Dave E. something to be afraid about...

P.A.T.T.

left, Clive B.  tells the kids about that time again.... right, brothers in arms.

party hosts, Rob can't be dynamic with only one drink, right Katherine after Rich ate a 2nd bauble from the tree..... 

 


 

 

A big thanks to Felicity Ansell for her perrenial contributions to this feature...