I was out and about on site yesterday. We were fixing a microwave link at a site near Kendal called Scar Quarry. As is always the case, we'd done our bit and we were waiting for the lads at the other end to sort themselves out so we could check it out end to end. So that left us sort of dangling about at 40 metres with fcuk all to do except chat about this that and the other. The lad I was with is a very funny, ex booty, so the conversation was of a NAAFI bar style. Whilst we were up there we started to notice how many dog walkers were turning up. They were parking up in the car park and scooting in to the woods. Their dogs were doing sh-its everywhere and then they were just getting back in their cars and fcuking off. The area is covered in deciduous trees which meant we could see right down to the deck. The dog walkers would do their standard, furtive look around as their dogs were curling out, before hot-footing it out of there like Barrymore's pool cleaner. Of course, they didn't think to look up. It gave us a good hour of fun. We'd wait until the dog had done his log and confirm that the dirty c-unt walking it, was not going to pick the sh-ite up, then both shout down the tower in our loudest voices. "EXCUSE ME, MATE. YOUR DOGS JUST DONE A MASSIVE SH-IT THERE" Panic ensues on the deck, with the bloke thinking God's having a word or something. Eventually he'd twig and look up the mast to find us going: "YEAH, JUST FCUKING THERE, RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR FOOT." We got 10 people in an hour. The cu-nts would then get their placcy bags out and pick the turd up, like they were going to do that all along. I was quite surprised that none of them just gave us the v's and bogged off. Mind you, I did have a bag full of M18 nuts, and a silly bobble hat won't stop one of those tw-ats.