.....in Worsley Woods.
I was walking the dog, minding my own business, when I spotted a shadowy figure fannying about behind a tree with a couple of bin bags in his hands.
Turns out it was a bloke who lives near us, trying to dump some rubbish.
He didn't see me and I was so shocked, I did the English thing and walked off, pretending it hadn't happened.
But the more I think about it, the more I want to do something about it.
I've never really spoken to him but he's a United fan who does something in IT for Barclays, as far as I'm aware.
And his wife looks like a shrew and his kids are fat ugly bastards.
So, collected great minds and fellow Trotters, what should I do?
Phone the council and bubble him?
Collect the rubbish and dump it on his drive?
Or just confront him and hope he gets arsey, so I can crack him?
Cheers in advance.
I was walking the dog, minding my own business, when I spotted a shadowy figure fannying about behind a tree with a couple of bin bags in his hands.
Turns out it was a bloke who lives near us, trying to dump some rubbish.
He didn't see me and I was so shocked, I did the English thing and walked off, pretending it hadn't happened.
But the more I think about it, the more I want to do something about it.
I've never really spoken to him but he's a United fan who does something in IT for Barclays, as far as I'm aware.
And his wife looks like a shrew and his kids are fat ugly bastards.
So, collected great minds and fellow Trotters, what should I do?
Phone the council and bubble him?
Collect the rubbish and dump it on his drive?
Or just confront him and hope he gets arsey, so I can crack him?
Cheers in advance.