When the gull shat on me, it was in Nerja, Spain.

Lovely evening, a nice square in town, under some trees. Thump on the shoulder, oh, FFS! Duck into a nearby restaurant / bar toilet, there’s only one cubicle where the basin was. And Lo! The bog is full of someone’s bangers and mash, almost to the brim. I quickly get the guano off my shoulder and try to get out as fast as I can, but of course there’s somebody waiting. I felt compelled to try to say that it wasn’t me, but the look of disgust I got... I wasn’t even a customer.

FFS.

Posted By: APB, Jul 20, 13:29:59