Horse apples ... reminds me of a story I was told decades ago (and repeated here in the language of the time - apologies). There was this nutter looking over the wall at St George's (the Morpeth loony bin) when a horse & rider trotted past closely followed by an old bloke with a bucket and shovel. The loony asked the old bloke what he was doing and back came the reply, "I'm collecting this horse manure to put on my rhubarb". The loony replied, "that's odd, we get custard on ours in here". So, what we have here are the seeds of a solution. We should conscript an 'army' of inmates from St George's to follow horses & riders to shovel the sh*te; we could call it Care in the Community. However, that leaves the problem of what to do with all the steamers left by the police horses on matchday at the Toon. Does St George's still function as an Asylum? Or has it been demolished to make way for executive housing? Wayward brats are more risk to us all than a few dog turds; fag ends, crisp packets, hockled-out chewing-gum, smashed alco-pop bottles and so on, and so on, aren't bio-degradable.