A tale fo my UK friends about nasty bighties

Sorry I must disagree.
Most are either just trying to defend themselves from what they perceive as being attacked. The brown centipede found a nice protective home then some one tried to squash him. You would do the same.

Lighten up a bit :encouragement: If you read it again you'll, hopefully, find that it was written in a lighthearted way. :)
 
Lighten up a bit :encouragement: If you read it again you'll, hopefully, find that it was written in a lighthearted way. :)

Sorry David.

Living in Africa we do have lots of animals that can do serious damage or an kill any person.

When my sister in law came out from the UK to visit she was so scared of every creepy crawly she would either try to kill then of run away.

I remember we had a gecko in her bed room one night as she would not even go into the room and I had to catch it and move it outside.

I ironary is the geckos catch and eat all the mosquitoes which is IMHO a good thing in ares where malaria is a danger.
 
But it's not just the proselytizing in my opinion, vegans are quite often mocked a bit, whereas if someone was campaigning for say better animal welfare rights they generally wouldn't be, it's just a quirk I find a bit strange

Then I agree that it's discourteous and unfair. What other people eat doesn't concern me.
 
I was trying to think of an exotic and idyllic UK location and Great Yarmouth sprang to mind from my childhood :)

I too spent several childhood holidays in Great Yarmouth and loved it. The pier! The theatre where my parents took me to see Dick Emery! Rock in the shape of eggs and bacon! Naughty postcards! Arcades!

They have camel rides on Broome's cable beach but north of there there's not really any attractions to speak of

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I was trying to think of an exotic and idyllic UK location and Great Yarmouth sprang to mind from my childhood :)

Ten years ago I stayed for work in Great Yarmouth hotel where the bar was open from 5.55 - 6.20 only and you had to specify which four cooked items you wanted for breakfast at least twelve hours in advance. I kept expecting John Cleese to show up.

I was twice in Pt Bannatyne the week before last. About as remote from Greater Manchester as the Andaman and Nicobar Islands but without poisonous beasties :encouragement:

Hah. You should come back in the summer and try the old tramway walk behind the playing fields. Technically the wee beasties may not be poisonous, but they'll strip the flesh from your bones like flying piranhas.
 
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