A girl was in last weekend – a friend of Lady Kate’s she reckoned – who said she knew the whereabouts of the previously stolen pheasant. Tim was too busy to get any information off her but when she comes back in she is going to tell us where it’s located. Then we will get  that thief good.

Tim has decided to gather a posse of Pretty Will, the Menergy Boys, Model Ross, Vincent and some fixed wheel bicycle types and head over to knock on his door, hands on hips.

“Give uth our fucking pheathant…”

This posting is to serve as a warning to the thief. We have not forgotten and you have a leak in your ranks. Best you get your affairs in order.