Our beloved leader is building the buzz!!

[Bycarsbill]

Better than a flea in you ear--boom, boom!!!!!!

[Robbie Earle's Perm]

 

And if anyone wants to see the moth - we do have it preserved and placed in our lounge in OVF Towers.

 

Surely it has to take pride of place in the Vale Vaults exhibition! :)

[robf]

For anyone interested, here is the actual moth (not the library pics some papers used). It looks bigger than it was (it's only 1cm or so - but plenty big enough to be a right pain in the ear)...

 

If you don't like moth-like creatures, creepy crawlies etc, best not to open this...

 

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I have spoke to various people today and I think you'll see a more realistic story come out.

 

The tabloids simply ignored most of the facts (it wasn't alive for three days and there was no emergency surgery) wheras the likes of the BBC, Sentinel etc have got the "proper" story which I think is better than the over-sensationalised tabloid stories.

 

I've had my two minutes of being wanted by the press (gosh - everyone wants this story) and it's pretty overwhelming too. I think even from my limited encounter, I can see how football players, managers, owners can get a bit sick of the constant demand for a quick word...

 

p.s. I was most proud of the fact that I managed to get up a Walsall preview, match report and reaction despite said creature being in my ear. Nothing (or very little) stops the OVF news service! If any of those features read a bit strangely then I was on some pretty powerful pain killers...

[Aussie Rules]

A variation on a theme...

 

..."Neither snow, rain, heat, or moths in the middle ear shall hinder the delivery of OVF news..." :D

[Aussie Rules]

http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/real-life-stories/dad-live-moth-removed-ear-4099278

 

Jean, I couldn't resist...:)

 

 

Midnight Moth

 

The events that you’re about to read

Took place not long ago

And they’ve even grabbed the headlines

For all the world to know,

They’re featured in the UK press

Plus other far off climes,

‘Downunder in Australia

And in New York Times

 

It was in the midnight hours,

His family fast asleep,

He was reading editorials

For deadlines he must meet,

His eyes were somewhat bleary

But his sinuses were clear

Until he was distracted

By a moth on his right ear

 

Involuntary he raised his arm

To swat that moth away,

But instead of getting rid of it

He might as well said ‘stay’,

That reaching out to brush away

Was not the best of luck,

Instead he pressed against his ear

And now the moth was stuck

 

He hurried south to hospital -

With buzzing in his ear -

Where the medics in Stoke Mandeville

His ear canal would clear,

But no matter what they did –

No matter how they tried –

That pesky moth kept buzzing

For three hours ‘til it died

 

‘We’re sorry Mister Fielding

Our efforts were in vain,

And ‘though we know you’re suffering

You’ll have to come again,

We’re giving you some tablets

To keep that twitch at bay,

And then you’ll need more surgery

In three days from today’

He was nauseas and tired –

Of sleep he had been robbed,

And though the buzzing had now stopped

His inner ear still throbbed,

A cab was called immediately

So he could journey home,

But the chatter of the cabbie

Was mumbled like a drone

 

The agony, the restlessness,

The dull continuous ache,

And he just knew right there and then

A promise he would break,

Yes, there was a family wedding

Lined up for that weekend,

So with a sad and heavy heart

Apologies did send

 

Then on the Sunday morning –

And feeling somewhat low -

To the ‘Hospital John Radcliffe’

In Oxford he did go,

‘It will only take ten minutes

Then you’ll be on your way’

But little did he realise

It would be a longer stay

 

What happened next will stay with him

Until the day he dies,

And even when he thinks of it

Bring tears to his eyes,

He’ll remember every minute –

Of that he’s in no doubt,

For it seemed to take forever

That dead moth to pull out

 

They produced a tiny funnel

Two centremetres wide,

And when informed what happens next

His caution could not hide,

His ear canal was straightened

And widened to his drum,

It was ninety painful minutes

Before the job was done

 

A tiny pair of forceps

Was used to seek and find

Then take away that blasted moth –

To give him piece of mind,

And he tells us he remembers

The moment when it stopped

Was like stepping from an aircraft

‘Cus both his ears just popped

 

He’s delighted once again

His sinuses are clear,

And the moth that caused him grief

Is now a souvenir,

And if you ever visit

Escorted you will be

By Freddie, and Betsy and Meg

Their new found ‘pet’ to see

 

They’ll take you to their living room

And point excitedly

And give their version of events

In sibling rivalry,

So if you’re in the neighbourhood

Give Rob and Jo a shout

And ask if you can call and see

What the fuss was all about

 

Barry Edge

Western Australia

October 19, 2014'

 

:D



[For Us All]

Jean, I couldn't resist...:)

 

 

Midnight Moth

 

The events that you’re about to read

Took place not long ago

And they’ve even grabbed the headlines

For all the world to know,

They’re featured in the UK press

Plus other far off climes,

‘Downunder in Australia

And in New York Times

 

It was in the midnight hours,

His family fast asleep,

He was reading editorials

For deadlines he must meet,

His eyes were somewhat bleary

But his sinuses were clear

Until he was distracted

By a moth on his right ear

 

Involuntary he raised his arm

To swat that moth away,

But instead of getting rid of it

He might as well said ‘stay’,

That reaching out to brush away

Was not the best of luck,

Instead he pressed against his ear

And now the moth was stuck

 

He hurried south to hospital -

With buzzing in his ear -

Where the medics in Stoke Mandeville

His ear canal would clear,

But no matter what they did –

No matter how they tried –

That pesky moth kept buzzing

For three hours ‘til it died

 

‘We’re sorry Mister Fielding

Our efforts were in vain,

And ‘though we know you’re suffering

You’ll have to come again,

We’re giving you some tablets

To keep that twitch at bay,

And then you’ll need more surgery

In three days from today’

He was nauseas and tired –

Of sleep he had been robbed,

And though the buzzing had now stopped

His inner ear still throbbed,

A cab was called immediately

So he could journey home,

But the chatter of the cabbie

Was mumbled like a drone

 

The agony, the restlessness,

The dull continuous ache,

And he just knew right there and then

A promise he would break,

Yes, there was a family wedding

Lined up for that weekend,

So with a sad and heavy heart

Apologies did send

 

Then on the Sunday morning –

And feeling somewhat low -

To the ‘Hospital John Radcliffe’

In Oxford he did go,

‘It will only take ten minutes

Then you’ll be on your way’

But little did he realise

It would be a longer stay

 

What happened next will stay with him

Until the day he dies,

And even when he thinks of it

Bring tears to his eyes,

He’ll remember every minute –

Of that he’s in no doubt,

For it seemed to take forever

That dead moth to pull out

 

They produced a tiny funnel

Two centremetres wide,

And when informed what happens next

His caution could not hide,

His ear canal was straightened

And widened to his drum,

It was ninety painful minutes

Before the job was done

 

A tiny pair of forceps

Was used to seek and find

Then take away that blasted moth –

To give him piece of mind,

And he tells us he remembers

The moment when it stopped

Was like stepping from an aircraft

‘Cus both his ears just popped

 

He’s delighted once again

His sinuses are clear,

And the moth that caused him grief

Is now a souvenir,

And if you ever visit

Escorted you will be

By Freddie, and Betsy and Meg

Their new found ‘pet’ to see

 

They’ll take you to their living room

And point excitedly

And give their version of events

In sibling rivalry,

So if you’re in the neighbourhood

Give Rob and Jo a shout

And ask if you can call and see

What the fuss was all about

 

Barry Edge

Western Australia

October 19, 2014'

 

:D



 

Classic Barry.

[Aussie Rules]

Classic Barry.

 

Cheers :D

 

I held back in the hope we received news that Freddie, Betsy and Meg had given 'Midnight' a name.