For the Scumbags

The practice of scooping your pooches' poop, bagging it and then slinging it/hanging it on trees and hedges seems to be widespread. Me no understand. Is it some kind of new-age ritual? Or is there a particular sort of dog owner who has had his/her brain removed? Unfortunately I keep finding fragrant votive offerings in my hedge.

Here's a story about some brainy campers who decided to barbeque under canvas:-

Barbecue fumes poison five campers - Yahoo!

 

Unbelievable, didn't they hear about the death from the same thing a few weeks back:DOH:

 

One has to ask ... why? The mind boggles.

 

That'll be people without a copy of the book then,


How to moo poo in the Woods: An Environmentally Sound Approach to a Lost Art: Amazon.co.uk: Kathleen Meyer: Books

I got a copy.

 

It seems that tourists now regard commercial fishermen as nasty smelly scumbags:

Tourist complains about smell of fish on quayside of fishing harbour

Just exactly do they expect to see - stacks of these?

 

When in a hole, stop digging. :fingerdrum:
Tourist who criticised 'fishy' Devon town tells residents to 'go to Specsavers' - Telegraph

 

Was walking round delamere a while ago and everywhere you go there are bags of dog muck in trees. They obviously appreciate It's a gorgeous area (by going) and they know dog muck is gross (they buy the bags) but then hang them in trees ....which is worste than not using a bag at all!
It really is a shame that there is no practical way of keeping people like that away from areas like that. They should have there pets taken off them if caught.

 

Oh, No, he's absolutely right in that aspect, Ilfracombe is a dump. We've stayed there while working away off season.

When the tourists have gone the locals entertain themselves by getting drunk & fighting. John & I were in one of the pubs one night when 9 police burst in & dragged a bloke out, they took 4 guns & a load of knives off him, meanwhile, everyone else in the pub rushed out the back door before the old bill got them too.

The locals fish the harbour & just leave all their litter there. The town is littered with empty beer cans & needles.

The commercial fishing bit of the harbour has boxes of the filleted discards of fish humming in the sun, covered in flies, waiting , so i'm told to be turned into pet food. Although I doubt that even a starving cat would be interested.

He has got a point, its like the wild west.

 

There is free parking in the winter months.

Whilst fishing there, I was pelted with rocks and eggs by a group of about 20 kids who were boasting that is was no good using my mobile to phone the cops as they had outrun them 3 times that evening.

When I told them they'd wish I was phoning the cops, their tone changed a bit. They started running when 2 of my mates came charging round the corner:D

 

Ilfracombe

Twinned with The Bronx​

 

Been to Glastonbury again have we:fingerdrum:

 

I was in Ilfracombe in the 80's with my young family, a lovely place then. I was also back there this year with my other half. Never again, it's a pit and that's being generous!

 

They obviously need some signage, and something better than at Porlock Weird, where they chuck stones at the harbour, the boats and then at the signs themselves (the others are all stone damaged):