Not in Bedminster, anyway.

If you are likely to feel physically ill after reading the following tale of alfresco grimness, please click on this link to whisk yourself back to the safety of the main screen.

If, however you are of hardy character and have a cast iron stomach, read on:

Now you may remember the anecdotal story a while ago about the child taking a dump at the bustop near my office (about half way down this page).

I popped out of the office at around 10.30am this morning to move my car from the Argos carpark into a space in our staff car park. I pulled out of the car park and stopped at a T junction. I looked left to see if there was any traffic coming and was horrified to see a grotesque man in a half squatting position, his trousers around his ankles, taking a shit on the pavement.

That's right... taking a dump. On the pavement. On a busy public section of pavement. He appeared to be pushing quite hard.

I'm just not going outside again. I don't care if the fire alarm goes off or if there's free money being handed out or what. I'm just not going to do it.

In fact I'm about to send an e-mail to our health and safety rep as the offending turd is on the route to the fire evecuation point and I mostly just want to stir up trouble.

God I wish I could work from home...