I've just read this thread with interest.

I'm a runner who can be out for a 20 mile run all over London, and as I turn into Garthorne or Ackroyd or Gabriel street I'm faced with playing hop-scotch to avoid the flaming poo.

I have challenged people, to mixed results, I think most of them are just trying to get away from this sweaty heap. The most abusive person was actually an elderly woman who just let go a string of expletives.

For the record, I LOVE the Hastings posters.