Don,t get me started on crocodiles,the b*****ds ate my Granny.
sorry to hear that bud
Cheers mucker,the old lass was washing out her strides at the side of the beck,singing a merry tune as she was want to do,enjoying the sun and passing comment on life to her second favourite grandson,moi,when whoosh,a loud splash,a swirl of muddy beck water and she was gone,as i sat there with tears rolling down my chubby little cherub cheeks i swore vengeance on every croc in Yorkshire.With my hardy pack of Laguna bred Whirriers ive waged war on them ever since,when im not chasing Giraffes around Chester