The best thing that could happen at Stockton is that all you Blow in's and Weekend Warriors go and find your own wind. Not only am I sick to death of Pothole and the Learner Brigade, but you bastards who come to play on My beach with My waves and My wind, (which you invariably make bad use of, wastage the most heinous of crimes)!
And if by any chance there are any fishermen reading this, take heed, if I move into the waves where you are, please move!
Whilst venting my spleen I would like to mention my dog.
Yup! George.
You pricks have driven a wedge through a marvelous relationship.
I walk him at heel up the back lane, where he invariably craps twice,(therefore not on the beach, I am after all a responsible dog owner) sit him at the Pines crossing,and then let him go on the beach.
And then his loyalty does a u-turn.
Guys I may be old but I am sensitive!
I nursed him as a puppy when he was born. I watched him grow very large on vast quantities of food and exercise and he lies here before me, full and out to the world, dreaming of a life devoid of discipline.
It tears me apart to have to ask you all to show him no affection. Harsh words you must utter and beat him upon the head with his stick that he may realize who pays his feed bill.
And stay out of my way!