WHEN SHIT REALLY DOES STICK

Jeremy did the most impressive one today...better than the time he did one off the bridge into the canal.

It was a brilliantly hot afternoon, I had just done my banking and paid my last ever monthly council tax bill installment and headed right out of the town hall towards Hibel Road lights with the beagle.

For those of you familiar with the geography of Macclesfield you may be aware of the post box outside Pizza Express. Well, with a crowd gathered across the road (actually I think it was just Simon from Margin Music skiving with some mates) Jeremy backed on to the post box and with one of his back feet off the ground (his ass was that high) curled one off. Only he was working it like Jane Asher squeezing an icing bag because when he finished he stepped away from the cast iron red victorian post box to reveal that all of his dooings were stuck to the side, there was none on the floor - not only that but it was knee high to me. That is some fine acrobatic crapping make no mistake.

Again, if only I had my camera.