Raiders of the Lost Corn

Caught in the act!?

I'm not so sure, the chicken in the foreground (who I'm naming Sybil for today's Blip, reasons for which will become clearer for you as you (hopefully) read on) was pecking away oblivious (actually, that's what they seem to do & how they appear most of the time). Her feathers were definitely being pulled over her beady little eyes though, as you can see with Basil & Manuel sneaking past behind. We, the humans, however are fully aware of the sneaky little number the BCT's are trying to get away with. As soon as the chicken run is opened up, the BCT's are out en masse & orchestrating day raids on the corn. It's quite funny to see really & they do like to scoff a fair bit! It's lucky that we love them dearly.

It's the Disabled British Open this weekend at ESN, a fantastic event involving some truly inspirational golfers. I was on bar tonight, full on mayhem all night, but great for bar training. The last-minute rescheduled bbq the hotel provided however was rather more shambolic. Fire alarms were going off, the kitchen equipment was out of order, the lifts weren't working, raw chicken was being served.. it was quite the fiesta! To top it all off, after the consumption of muchos cerveza & many many jager bombs, some guy ended up with his trollies round his ankles on the bar balcony. Way more exciting than I could ever have imagined.

I wouldn't have been surprised if Basil had come marching round the corner..

'Farty Towels'

Mr. Hamilton: Could you make me a Waldorf Salad?
Basil: [puzzled] A wal....
Mr. Hamilton: Waldorf Salad.
Basil: I think we're just out of Waldorfs.