THE Adver letters page is often contentious and sometimes vitriolic and it’s not often, as a liberal lefty, that I find myself wholeheartedly agreeing with one of our correspondents.

However, I’d like to say a big hear hear to the woman who wrote in about her recent experience in The Lawns.

Our correspondent was quite rightly furious when she saw a dog owner refuse to pick up after her bulldog when he had done his business.

The bulldog owner left our letter writer to pick up the mess — and pen an angry and perfectly justified letter to the Adver.

As someone who is good friends with a dog, I have to say it’s no great hardship to stuff your pockets with poo bags and, to be honest, it’s really not that bad picking up after them.

Unless they do it right in the doorway of a hairdressers, which is rather embarrassing (please nobody come out of the door right now with their hair all lovely and fragrant to be confronted with the aftermath of a lurcher).

Oh, and there was also the time just before Christmas when a friend presented me with a Chocolate Orange as a gift just as the hound and I were off for our early morning tour of the lamp posts of Old Town.

Within minutes, the houndly one had started doing his John Wayne walk, which is a sure sign that business is imminent.

So I spent the rest of our stroll juggling a dog lead, a bag of poo and a Chocolate Orange, rather hoping I didn’t bump into anyone I knew.

OK, so it’s not pleasant, it’s not exactly convenient and it can certainly be quite smelly... but nobody wants to go back to the 70s with piles of doodoo (remember the white variety — what was that about?) on every street corner.

And, Madam Bulldog Owner, in the middle of some grass is the worst place to leave dog mess as that’s where people are less likely to spot it and more likely to tread in it and we all know how foul that is. Do you want someone else’s kids to end up covered in your dog’s mess just because you don’t fancy picking it up?

The fact that this woman, unprovoked, shouted to our letter writer that she didn’t need to pick it up because it wasn’t on the pavement suggests she knew she was talking, well, s**t.

Stop being so lazy and pick it up — it’s illegal not to. And if you didn’t have any poo bags with you, just so you know, that’s illegal too. You have to carry them with you or you risk a fine.

Although if I had my way, rather than a fine, culprits would be made to do community service — picking up all the discarded dog mess in the area where they were found falling foul of the law until the place is spotless.

How do they know?

I’M going for a weekend away and was looking at some accommodation on my work computer (sorry, boss, it was my lunchbreak, honest).

I found somewhere, confirmed the booking, job done.

Later that evening I was mucking about on Facebook when, lo and behold, an advert for the very place I’d booked popped up.

Now I know Google and Facebook conspire to post adverts appropriate to you based on your internet searches — though I’ve never looked for bored housewives in my area so I don’t know what that’s about.

But how does my Facebook account on my home computer know what I was looking at at work — on a different computer in a different building?

The accounts aren’t linked. My work email account and home email account are separate.

How does this creepy magic happen?

I dare say now I’ve typed this in this newspaper, Facebook will pop up later and let me know the exact answer to my question.

Let’s hope this search brings some closure

THE sinister goings-on in Broad Street this week as police search for more evidence connected to killer Christopher Halliwell are grim and disturbing to say the least.

Although the police remain tight-lipped over the exact nature of the investigation, nobody can help but wonder what — or who — they may have found.

As Sian O’Callaghan’s mum, Elaine Pickford, said: “If there are more, I only had five days — these people have had years so I hope they get answers and closure.”

Whatever the outcome, let’s hope it does just that and brings some comfort to the loved ones of any other victims.