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Bob picked himslef up and thought....what the heck is a red footed booby anyway???

..... however, Bob being an astute fellow quickly worked ot that a Red Footed Booby, must be a close cousin of a Red Faced Booby, more commonly known as a Bevan Bird in orthonoligical circles, having read the learned treatise of Professor EGGington on the subject.
I nest my case!

Bevan Bird ? is this the same species that thought " Tedios a character from a Greek tragedy?"
Clearly doesnt know his Aeneas from his elbow

ps do birds have elbows? ask phil

Peter, I used to go out with a bird who had very sharp elbows, and I'm not ribbing you.

Bob ... I suppose she done you a good Tern


jack

Maybe she was hoping to feather her nest with his untold wealth.....

Just as an aside to the main story (main! Get it!) I was was known as El Beau by the girls in my day!

El bow.. thats how its spelt..
Them Girlies must have been right Gullible

jack bellinger wrote:El bow.. thats how its spelt..
Them Girlies must have been right Gullible

GULL ible! Nice one Jack.

No doubt the girls got a little confused in your case, probably you were known as Bow El. Perhaps because of your movements?

I have discovered that most of the Pirate Crew are adrift in the Malvern Sea at the moment, so Im afraid we may have to re-name the panto 'The Marie Celeste Story', or Where are They Now?

On Saturday I ventured into a sleazy tavern 'The Captain Morgan', where a band of cuthroats were carousing and planning some foul deed, and that was just the women!
Despite the desperate nature of the company not one person threatened me with violence, nobody cursed my name, not a single one saught satisfaction or demanded an apology.
Now the reader may consider this my good fortune - to escape unharmed from such a fraught situation, but I fear that it is no good news at all, It can only mean one thing ............. nobody is following the pantomime on Loose Torque!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

perhaps you should try a rolling start!!!

But then Bob was realising his earing aid was not working and he had forgot his glasses.....two seconds later....

anyway.. after their wild dancing the pirates were washed ashore on the coast of the East Angles. Wise Pirate Lindsay knew the area and quoth " Seek ye the village of Snet.. travel first past the bombhole" so the pirates travelled to Snet and were glad. There they consulted the wise Lord Sumner. "Travel ye to the Stone of Silver" said he. "But where is it?" cried the pirates. "Ah", said Barry, "Go through the Vale, travel past the Copse and continue straight to the Abbey. There you will find the nun known as........

(for those without an intimate knowledge of UK circuits, this is all very funny)

But then realising that the Stone of Silver was in fact only made of Bacofoil the pirates turned their trusty ship eastward and set full sail for the more challenging turnip fields which abound on the margins of Snetterton and in which many a pirate has ploughed with their Morgan tractor.
"Why lads" quoth Pirate Lindsay "shiver your ash timbers and belay your bonnet straps, tis to fair Norfolk we will sail ."