At the hop: At the howl.

I was walking to Aldi the other Saturday and as I'm what you would call a natural wanderer (I presume that's what the kids were shouting at me from across the street, strange how did they know?) I wandered over from the town centre. Anyway I was almost there listening to my mp3 player (yes I am down with the kids) when I passed a large set of blue gates leading into a courtyard that looked like it was covered in rubbish, from which came the sound of excited barking. I looked in and saw a group of about 5 Pomeranian dogs emerge. As I carried on walking past the gates I realised the sound of barking was getting louder and louder and then felt something pull on my heel, looking down I found the group of dogs had gathered around my feet and were yapping away. So being A) English B) polite and C) both I decided to do what was only the correct thing to do and completely ignore everything and walk head fixed straight ahead somewhat unlike this. Of course after a few steps away from their home they would realise I wasn't going to steel their food or sailors outfit oh how foolish I was.

Psyco killer

So there I was now walking down a very busy street lined with people watching from their cars as eyes fixed straight ahead I tried to ignore the group of small furry barking machines that decided to yap and step on my heels as I walked; all observed by a street packed with people watching from their cars (of course it had to be match day so the road was as busy as possible)
Now I should say I like animals (except wasps no one likes wasps) but for second the thought of picking one up and punting it across the street did somewhat cross my mind (which obviously I would never do plus surely they might bite my finger). It was only after about 40 metres away before they finally decided to leave me alone, all except for one which after following me a further 10 metres or so ran back to occasionally turn around and continue to bark clearly satisfied with its job. Turning back towards them to make sure they weren't just massing in some form of giant Pomeranian robot thing I saw a women walking towards me and about to pass the large blue gates, a brief thought about warning her about the dogs/watch as they yelped at someone else as I gloated at a distance crossed my mind. Of course any hope of seeing the lady dog punting was dashed when the dogs did nothing, not even the one that ran past her. Nothing not even a small yelp! Must stop eating Caesar on my toast but damn its so Moorish.

You have been warned.

Oh by the way exactly how much money has the singer J-kay made? I mean Jameraquiiii haven't had a single for ages (wait have they?) only I'm presuming that the life files were making the 50 million up weren't they? Exacty how many records did they sell? and own up those who have them. I presume that his hats must now be made of 50 pound notes which he burns after wearing them once whilst being guarded by a mountain of Pomeranians performing a MECHA SHIVA! (or a creepy one)