4th February: Log in the bog

The following is not at all bird related though I suspect a rather heavy pie might have contributed.
There's some dirty buggers in this office block. On Friday afternoon I made a semi hurried visit to the water closet. As my favourite trap, number 2, was occupied I turned to trap 1. Horror of horrors a log the size of Moby Dick was floundering menacingly in the now murky waters. I beat a hasty retreat and clenched for a bit longer. Imagine my surprise, this morning, when Tim reported it as still being in a beached state. Fortunately by lunch time an attempt to refloat the beast had been succesful. I should hate to visit the house of whoever commited this most evil of crimes a visit by the Bottom Inspectors is in order.
This whole episode reminds me of a week on the Isles of Scilly. During a stay with the Llamas a suspect package appeared in the toilet and resided there (showing well, despite numerous flushing attempts) for the entire week. This was a particularly good, almost a classic year on Scilly but for me was tarnished by the mystery turd layer of Hugh Town. Which incidently turned out to be a certain egg bound Northern Isles based Llama.

4 comments:

Andy Mackay said...

God, I'd forgotten all about that. Was it Rob? I thought the culprit never owned up to it. It ought to have been Fatboy, since his name is of course Cockney rhyming slang for the offending article...

John Hague said...

Rob who is also famous for chumming the toilets in the Bishop & Wolf so giddy was he on the bright lights of Hugh Town or maybe it was the Shark he'd eaten or more properly the copious amounts of red wine and beer!

Alan Partridge said...

Dirty Boy!

Mark said...

His chumming goes back many years. I recall him drinking some foul mixture of Cider, Pernod and lager in the George in Cley, when he was 17. A couple of hours later he was chumming in the sink. I refused to let him back into bed after that!