Rainham is utter shite.

You can't say we didn't try. We were on the serin mound at first light looking for owls and gulls and whatnot but even the very good company wasn't enough to make the day even slightly productive. We sifted through literally tens-of-thousands of gulls over the course of several hours and didn't find anything. Not a single med, honestly, we must have gone though several thousand black-heads, not to mention the countless large-white-headed-fuckers up on the tip. I don't think I ever want to see another gull of any type, ever. It was shite, but gull watching can be is always like that. Eventually, and after much effort, we managed to scrape together a handful of interesting birds in the shape of a water pipit, a common buzzard, a couple of pegrinz, several hundred dunlins and that pair of bean geese. Still, for the effort we put in I feel we deserved somewhat more. If we're looking to learn from the experience I think the lesson here is to stay at home and let other people do the legwork. Also, according to one entertaining guy we met the slav was a total lie. Haha. I believe his phrase was "a load of bollocks". Er, right.

So yeah. More later. I'm really drunk, and can't write. I mean, really drunk. I've stopped drinking of late (healthy living drive and all that jazz) so when I went to watch the rugby at the pub with aforementioned company the beer seems to have hit me rather hard. Of course, going to another pub afterwards to watch a band didn't help either. They weren't even that good.

Hope I'll be a little bit sober in time for the rehearsal tomorrow. Here's hoping, cos I can't play for shit when I'm pissed. My hands seem turn into big lumps of poo.

Gah.