A break in the weather meant that the BBQs all over the city can be wheeled out again in the hope of satisfying that manly instinct to combining fire, meat and alcohol in an attempt to give friends food poisoning. We spent a most enjoyable evening round friends as they decided to hold one of their legendary BBQ’s and it was indeed.

After a few dinks it wasn’t surprising the conversation turned to poo. It would appear our friends have been admiring a some what large doggy deposit on their way to work. On hearing this I sparked up pointing out that I too had noticed a massive dog shit on the way to work, so big in fact that one has to walk in the road to avoid it - it really is astonishing. How a dog can lay something the size of a childs leg is unbelievable. Even the recent heavy rains hasn’t even dented it, if it had fists I sure it would be shaking them at the sky shouting ‘is that all you’ve got!’. This is one hard log. I think the council will have to be called to tow it away and even then I bet it’ll put up a fight. I have visions of a spaniel hobbling around Salisbury like hes just got off a horse! Anyway, after much discussion it turns out we were admiring the same turd.

Maybe we could market it as a tourist attraction. With a catchy slogan along the lines of ‘Salisbury’s Shit’ we can’t loose. I’ll write a letter to tourist information.