Thank you all for that. I've just had half my office staff peering round my door wondering why the bossis giggling and tears are running down his face.
It's a real irritant though. I'm not sure which are the worst, the blue rinse brigade with their ridiculous poodles, yorkies or those little mexican mouse hound things, or the guy from the local estate with his Staffie. You know the guy, loads of metal things hanging from holes in his head, carries a piece of rope (Staffies don't do proper leads) and looks like he's got a couple of rolls of invisible carpet under his arms. I'm torn betwixt sarin and laxatives as the answer. Sarin is a nerve agent so probably wouldn't work on Mr Staffie, he is, however, generally full of sh*t so industrial strength Ex-Lax it is. Chocolate flavour for Mrs Blue Rinse and Stella flavour for Mr Staffie. That'll do it.
Can you still buy Warfarin?