Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Southern Fried Chicken,
You will recall my telling you about the crazy lady who owns the fields at the back of my house? How she keeps numerous horses, geese, dogs, speedboats etc in those fields and neglects them; how she builds no end of fences without good reason; her vendetta against my neighbour (including trying to run him over, missing, and so reversing and trying again)? Well, she was on the front page of the Evening News yesterday. "Shame of Attack Dogs Owner" was the headline, with a large picture of her leaving court. Apparently, her 'lovely' Rottweilers (think slavering rabid hounds of hell) Radar and Shakira went on a 60 minute rampage down our street in January, biting two little old ladies, the postman, a poodle and a terrier (no wonder we never get any deliveries). Her defence was that it was a one-off, that she was asleep at the time and had no idea they'd got loose. Bollocks. I've had to take the long way round several times to avoid them (scenes reminiscent of The Omen, except two dogs not one); they've gone for my stepdad (he fended them off with his cricket bag) and actually sank their teeth into that same next-door neighbour (thankfully, they mainly got his jacket). No decision's been made yet, but they'll probably be put down. Hopefully she'll get banned from keeping animals too; the newsagent is related to her, and says the reason the dogs rampage is that she forgets to feed them and never walks them.
As I bought the paper, I met the neighbour's wife, who virtually jumped up and clicked her heels in joy. She told me another tale; one teatime, walking their dogs, the neighbour came across the crazy lady and boyfriend in flagrante delicto (or "fornicating", as she put it) in her mother's front garden. Which is that pavilion-looking house that is head on as you turn down my road. Which has a garden wall of about a foot high.
Nice.
It's Grim Up Northern
You will recall my telling you about the crazy lady who owns the fields at the back of my house? How she keeps numerous horses, geese, dogs, speedboats etc in those fields and neglects them; how she builds no end of fences without good reason; her vendetta against my neighbour (including trying to run him over, missing, and so reversing and trying again)? Well, she was on the front page of the Evening News yesterday. "Shame of Attack Dogs Owner" was the headline, with a large picture of her leaving court. Apparently, her 'lovely' Rottweilers (think slavering rabid hounds of hell) Radar and Shakira went on a 60 minute rampage down our street in January, biting two little old ladies, the postman, a poodle and a terrier (no wonder we never get any deliveries). Her defence was that it was a one-off, that she was asleep at the time and had no idea they'd got loose. Bollocks. I've had to take the long way round several times to avoid them (scenes reminiscent of The Omen, except two dogs not one); they've gone for my stepdad (he fended them off with his cricket bag) and actually sank their teeth into that same next-door neighbour (thankfully, they mainly got his jacket). No decision's been made yet, but they'll probably be put down. Hopefully she'll get banned from keeping animals too; the newsagent is related to her, and says the reason the dogs rampage is that she forgets to feed them and never walks them.
As I bought the paper, I met the neighbour's wife, who virtually jumped up and clicked her heels in joy. She told me another tale; one teatime, walking their dogs, the neighbour came across the crazy lady and boyfriend in flagrante delicto (or "fornicating", as she put it) in her mother's front garden. Which is that pavilion-looking house that is head on as you turn down my road. Which has a garden wall of about a foot high.
Nice.
It's Grim Up Northern
