The Blog From The Bog; Disjointed rants and ravings of a fluently foul mouthed, ex pat living in Co. Leitrim, here giving full rein to his own quirkiness. The character of " Ditch Shitter " having been forged, over years, on 'The Hunting Life' forum proved so strangely popular with enough people there, before I left, that their now constant drip of " Long time, no see; What ye up to? " notes has led me to answer them all, here.
Friday, March 20, 2020
James Herbert
Seven years ago, is it? Seems to be. 20th of March, 2013, Jim slipped away. Fuck!
To this day, I remember like it was yesterday. Although it was 1974. I was up at Brian P's place, in Paulsgrove. Up north of Portsmouth.
I was a teen. He was a man. It'd become agreed that he and Mark ~ his mate ~ would take me out ferreting the next day.
Deep joy! A chance to go out with guys who had really caught rabbits! Brian had even told me of the time he'd met the living legend; Phil Lloyd! Fuck!
So, this being an on the spur decision, I've nipped out to the phone box, across the road (Remember those things?!) And pumped a 10p coin in, to let my old dear know I wouldn't be home that night.
Only, my brother answered the phone. Couple of years younger than me. But, well aware of my, by then, life long obsession with rat catching.
" Ditch! " He yelled ~ with a precognitive brilliance I'd never realised. " I've got ye a book! "
I'm like; " Eh?! I just want to let mum know I won't be home tonight. I'm staying over and going ferreting tomorrow. "
And he's like: " It's called " The Rats "! It has a picture of a fucking great rat on the cover, teeth dripping with blood. Seems they took over London."
I've rarely made such decisions. Glimpse at my watch. At the bus time table. Dash!
I remember sprinting up our road. Beating on our door. Literally snatching the fucking book out pf my brothers hand. Barely a gasped, " Thanks, Bro! " (Not that we spoke that shit, in them days!) Then I was gone.
Sprinted back. Got the last bus back to Paulsgrove. Settled down on Brian and Sonia's sofa and opened James Herbert' " The Rats ".
Wow! I was fucking Hallucinating, time I finished that book. But I Finished It! Start to finish. Brian's sofa. Fuck, yeah!!!
Half hour later? We went ferreting. I seem to remember a few bits about that day. Mark. Brian. Grass. Chalk. Flint.
Done a shit ton of ferreting since then. Had the absolute pleasure of meeting, and getting to befriend the Living Legend too.
Just looking back.
Fuck me; How scary is it?!
Back then, the thoughts of rabbits being a scarce animal in the uk, would have been laughable.
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