Cheeky little Vixen.

There is this screaming coming from outside that sounds just like a
horny Vixen. Usually they get ignored and after a couple of minutes go
away.

This thing didn't stop. So, worried it might have been clouted by a car
or something, I went to investigate.

Sure enough there is this Vixen in the middle of the road screaming her
head off.

"Oi Fox, fucking pack it in will you, I am trying to have some quality
time with my computer," says I.

Bold as brass she walks halfway up the path towards me, mumbles
something in fox, turns brush and ambles off.

Foxes today eh, you just can't tell them can you.

 

Bear wrote

Absolutely, sir.tony's mum isn't a natural ginger

Small, slim and beautifully formed

Hard to tell really.

They do hum though. Have you ever got close to one? Phewwwwww.

 

BTDT (well my dog has) & yep, it's enough to make you cut your nose
off. Easily the worst thing I've ever smelt (smelled?).

 

Preston Kemp secured a place in history by writing:

Nah. What you need is a summer student job on the dust. The bin out the
back of the fishmonger that smokes his own fish leaves fox poo in the roses
category. I swear there was nothing but maggots in that bin....the whole
surface was moving.....

 

"student" & "job" in the same sentence? What a quaint notion ;-)

 

I've not had the pleasure of skunk - or Sir.Twatty's mum for that
matter. Ewww - put me right off me Rioja you have :-/

 

Preston Kemp secured a place in history by writing:

'Resting' student at the time, as I had dropped out of the U of Manchester
Computing and Information Systems course on account of it being shite
boring and me being thoroughly immature about my life in as much as I
thought University was all about shagging and getting drunk when, in fact,
it is only mostly about that. So I needed to earn a shedload in order to
fund the wasted year that my parents, fair play, were not prepared to stump
up for. Sutton Cleansing Department fitted the bill nicely - a decent wage
for a 19-year old, tips for picking up stuff you shouldn't (those were the
days), loads of free tot to sell and a genuinely amusing and interesting
set of colleagues. I had a right laugh as it goes.

Plus, I picked up the public toilet cleaning rota for two weeks to cover
the regular guy's holiday: Company van, free porn on every round and
guaranteed victory every time I get involved in a 'What's the worst job
you've ever had' conversation. Summer of '86 carries many fond memories
for me.

 

Pop-ups? Can't quite see it.

No shit.