My grandad fought the Nazis, you know. In Africa. REME. He was injured out. Never fully recovered. Spent the next 50 years gradually deteriorating.
I don't think grandad was a great idealist. He fought the Germans because he had to: we were at war. He was probably totally unaware of all the evil stuff the Nazi Party was up to, but he probably thought he was fighting for king and country, to preserve our way of life. A way of life which, let's face it, is worth preserving.
But one thing's for certain: grandad didn't go to war against Rommel for us to have to put up with shit like this:
Have you ever seen a dog on a beach? It's just about the most joyous sight there is. Dogs are what beaches are for.
I'm thinking of hiring an elephant, painting a Union Jack on the side, and taking it for a walk on Bridlington beach, just to make some sort of point.
Don't you love the first time you take a dog to the shoreline, and watch as it blows the dog's mind away. Not so keen on the next bit where they try to drink as much as they can....and vomit it all back. I would imagine that vomit, shit and nervous people are the reasoning for this ban. I'd like to go one better and ban all children, as they are too 'high-maintenance'.
There is no reason for this ban apart from sheer pettiness from councillors who aren't getting any.
Y'all probably already know this, but I'll do it anyway: meet Henry Shrapnel.
Actually, I posted that on the wrong story. Still interesting though. Pah.
Very interesting indeed. So Shrapnel was a Brit. How odd!
(You've got me commenting on the wrong post now!)
Just as long as you clean up after Nellie, I'm sure that nobody would mind. When the circus came to town (in the days when they were allowed to use animals) they would exercise the elephants on the beach. Dad would go down with a bucket for the roses.
A useful tip...the best way to keep unwanted pets off your garden...lion shit! Most safari parks sell it.
I'd heard the lion shit one before. It works particularly well on deer, I understand. Evolutionary heritage: Darwin would have loved it.
My other half puts elephant shit on her strawberries if she can get hold of any. I prefer cream on mine.
Sorry