Absolutely, but it also reminds me of this one, which in turn puts me in mind of this one. It all leads back to the Simpsons in the end.

I grew up in a coastal town. My advice, don’t act afraid. Easier said than done I know when you’re not used to being around them but they pick up on fear and normally won’t attack if you’re not bothered. If you have food though you might need to shout or wave your arms

Most of all NEVER feed them or let them get access to your trash and shame those who do. Sounds ridiculous but they’re smart and have good memories. People who feed them are idiots who are causing a nuisance. No joke I once saw a seagull knocking on the door of a house on my street with another one looking through the window like a pair of mobsters. Then when I got home my car was covered in bird shit.

Most of the gay clubs in Manchester, England are on Canal Street. The sign is often defaced to say “anal treat”.

Family lore says that my great-great grandfather got drunk after work one day, stowed away on a ship to Australia, walked through the back door of his old house 25 years later, sat down at the table and asked where the hell his tea was.