Never Bite The Hand That Feeds.

Unless you're one of the feral drongos that prowl the length of King Street, Ramsgate, of course!
On the odd occasion that I happen along that part of Town (which is as infrequently as I can manage, I assure you!), I'm never disappointed in having a new level of depravity demonstrated to me.
The latest, just last night, after finishing work ridiculously late and deciding to pop in for a kebab in the recently taken over take-away next to the New Hong Kong, the new owner was pondering the wisdom of his recent acquisition, whilst nursing four rather nasty looking bite marks on his hand. The result of trying to break up a fight in his shop last Saturday.
Had the guy actually lived in Ramsgate, instead of Dover, it may have afforded him some valuable insight into the location of his new shop and he may not have bothered with it.

Ah well, you live and learn, eh?