When Ziggy Met Judy

First of all the title of this post and the photographs contained therein have absolutely nothing to do with its content.

I read today that the police in Northern Ireland have been instructed that they may not issue fines to people in breach of lockdown regulations without seeking the approval of a senior officer.

There has been some concern that the PSNI have been overly zealous in handing out fines and of course, the rumour mill is in full swing. I heard that a person from Ballymena was fined 60 quid for going to Asda for groceries rather than a local supermarket. I'm inclined to believe that might have been a tale. Then there was a news story (or was it Twitter?) that reported a woman and her autistic child ordered out of their front garden and into their house. Who knows - but it seems harsh.

And only this morning Swisser, who lives on the coast, said that tourists and holiday-homers were buying up all the supplies in the local shop to such an extent that the shop owner phoned the police who attended the scene of the crime and ordered all the strangers out. Nice story. No doubt the cops informed the visitors,

This is a local shop for local people 

Another tale from today. People who live in the idyllic coastal village of Helen's Bay are being inundated by visitors from the city coming to walk on the beach. Some locals have shown their disapproval by smearing dog shit on their vehicles. Or so I've been told. I was also given the impression that these disapproving Helen's Bay residents have taken to writing Go Home on the outsider cars. In canine faeces. I'm torn. I don't want to believe this. Or do I?

What have you been up to darling and what is that brown stuff on your protective vinyl glove?

Just dog shit dear. I've been using my pointer finger to write, on a stranger's car, fuck off back to Belfast.

Oh. Do make sure you give your hands a good thorough wash. Supper's nearly ready.