I saw some lads crawl under the fencing yesterday morning: a right bunch of ********s.
They were effing and blinding and cracking open the cans at 7 a.m. They called it a day at about 9 but were still drinking as they walked down the pier. One of them launched a half empty can onto the beach despite the fact that there was a bin right in front of him. He wore red waterproofs, had a blue tackle box/seat and he had a really bad limp; someone on here must know him.