Bloody absolute eejit coming down off 'me 'ill tonight, LYING across the steep path taking pictures of the moon. Sitting alongside him are two snappy yappy terrier type dog things....hate them, bloody ankle snappers.
I tries to get past the sprawled oout mayhem and dog things, and he meekly apologises and informs me that "they won't bite" as they are snapping at me.
I then attempts to step over his array of piggin camera bags and associated utter shite, trip over one of the handles and come close to breakin' me piggin' neck.
I think I swore at him as I stumbled downwards, something along the lines of "sod off you great tit" or summat close.
Not impressed, not impressed on an otherwise deserted 'ill and peaceful walk.
