spreading them around my wheels :-(
If I call the council, will they tell me to fúck off?
Perhaps I should get Mesut to call them and play the "do you know who I am?" card :rubchin:
spreading them around my wheels :-(
If I call the council, will they tell me to fúck off?
Perhaps I should get Mesut to call them and play the "do you know who I am?" card :rubchin:
Blimey. Finchley sounds like it's gone a bit post-apocalyptic. Your first sentence sounded like a Ted Hughes poem. :-(Quote:
Originally Posted by Monty92
There will be a council dept for this sort of thing.Quote:
Originally Posted by Monty92
There was once a poor cat outside my office so I thought I'd call someone,
big van turned up that looked like a rubbish lorry.
man jumped out all suited up with a mask. scooped up the cat with a shovel and slung it in the back.
I thought it might have been a bit more ceremonial perhaps.
The tricky bit is going to be getting my son into the car later without him spotting the mangled, bloodied flesh all around us :-\Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
Currently his only context for understanding mortality is that George Michael died (we often drive past the makeshift shrine outside his old house). If he sees the fox he's gonna assume that's how poor George met his maker too :-(
In hippy/Injun circles, I believe it's known as a 'sky burial'. Maybe you should try and euphemise your way out of the situation?Quote:
Originally Posted by Monty92