Starting Out

Is that it? Well, that was easy enough. And they didn't even ask me for me bank account PIN number. Which leads me to...erm...I dunno really...

I only started a blog because birbee's got one, and he seems to have fun with it.

So, as I've basically got not much else to do right now...I thought I'd have a a go at a blog.

Brave really, considering I haven't got a clue why I'm doing this...

I mean, it's not like I've been involved in anything dramatic today. Oh! Apart from bringing the recycle bin in. Bit scary that. What happened was, I went up the shops for some eggs and a loaf (somehow some beer slipped in there - I blame a reverse polarity shoplifter) then came back and went to bring the recycle bin in.

Now...in the house next door, they've got a devil dog. Fucking evil bastard thing it is. Like a pit bull terrier, but bigger, and nastier. Anyway, as I was bringing the bin in, this thing was howling, barking and growling and hurling itself at my back fence.

Bastard thing. It's already caused grief in our house by killing one of our cats last summer. But the authorities insist it isn't dangerous. Yeah...right. You try telling the postman that. He goes up and down the back alley like Usain Bolt when that thing's out.

Still, it isn't the dog to blame - it's the owners. Right? Wrong. In this instance, the owners are less intelligent than the mutt.

My question to anybody idiotic enough to be reading this, is:

Should I plot to kill the owners, or the dog?

Or just get one of those devices that emits a high pitched scream in the back garden? Hmmm...that's an idea.

As they never take the dog out for walks and leave it barking its stupid canine head off in the back garden all day...if the noise from the device makes it stay indoors - it'll shit all over the house.

Their house, not mine.

Couldn't happen to nicer people.

I'll get back to you.

Martin Shuttlecock.