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There's a fuckin' grouse, or something, right outside my window, screeching away... not that I was asleep yet, but...

I don't know what it is. Red face, long tail - game bird of some kind. But still... bloody mental.

Might even beat ducks sitting on the pavement of South Street. Not sure though - depends how I weight rarity against location.

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We were considering, in the pub en route to North Haugh, SlashSoc. It is non-affiliated and basically consists of people in St Andrews who write fic meeting up in a pub now and then. Hai? Ne?