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Gary Chambers said:Flying shit isn't really my forte. That's Shereads department, but she'll probably just tell you consult a polymathic faecalist or whatever she calls those turd technicians types. Or maybe a wombat or meercat will do the trick. You could also try dropping round to the Bournemouth waste treatment plant with a rotary fan and tell them you've come to help out by projecting their surplus stock to France.
I would take much pleasure from doing that. Not that I hate the French, or anything evil like that ( ), but the waste treatment plant is about two miles from my house, and it fucking stinks here in the summer. Eeeeew!
Failing that, I have a garden full of dog turds. I could construct a trebuchet and deliver it that way.
Lou