... but your breath smells like a cow's a***!very wise. Bottles with a cover over the top to protect the bit that you drink from are handy.
But animal leavings - welcome to Belgium. Not for nothing is the combination of mud and muck nicknamed "Belgian toothpaste". Mind all these years on I've got all my teeth (bar one) still and they are nice and white...
I'll not ask how you know that.... but your breath smells like a cow's a***!
It seemed a reasonable guess for anyone who (accidentally or otherwise) uses cowpats for toothpaste!
I've had my arm, almost upto the armpit, up there more than once. Never made a habit of checking what they smell like though.It seemed a reasonable guess for anyone who (accidentally or otherwise) uses cowpats for toothpaste!
No. I read "The taste of slow curry".
Half odds and Edinburgh Bicycle Co-op (among others) sell bottles with caps over the top, if you're inclined to use the teat. Otherwise, unscrew the cap and you should be safe.
Ringers? I'd not rub my eye with my bell anyway.
Of course they do, just like they have a duty to wash mud off the roads after moving farm vehicles across and we know how well that duty is done and enforced
while incompetent slurry-spraying is a lot harder to prove unless you had a camera running.I'd guess it's just a bit shoot.
Reminds me of a fast food takeaway in CMK many many years ago, where a woman was complaining that the coke tasted like bleach: apparently without thinking, the puzzled-looking server asked how she knew what bleach tasted like. Wrong thing to say!
Not the same as what is sprayed nowadays though. Comes close to paint stripper in it's effects.
Unless of course the birds were all Turdus Turdidae, and were camouflaged.I was out in the Ribble Valley on Saturday and encountered the phantom slurry sprayer on the lovely little lane past the wild boar park, between Chipping and Whitewell. He was blasting the stuff up into the air from the road and I was quite impressed by how far across the adjacent field it went, but with memories of this thread I stayed right back. That was probably a very good idea because the farmer carried on spraying as he passed roadside trees which splattered the slurry in all directions. Fortunately, there were no birds in the trees at the time!
Sounds more like a contractor having somewhere to put the contents of tanks being cleaned.I was out in the Ribble Valley on Saturday and encountered the phantom slurry sprayer on the lovely little lane past the wild boar park, between Chipping and Whitewell. He was blasting the stuff up into the air from the road and I was quite impressed by how far across the adjacent field it went, but with memories of this thread I stayed right back. That was probably a very good idea because the farmer carried on spraying as he passed roadside trees which splattered the slurry in all directions. Fortunately, there were no birds in the trees at the time!
