I was sitting with Mrs Fester outside FatCat tonight, and as the adjacent table was vacated, the seagulls descended en-masse.
One grabbed the only piece of pizza which had been left on the table, and the others fought him for it.
Cutlery and glasses were strewn everywhere... and loads of glasses were smashed.
The barmaid came out to tidy up, and she said that this was the fifth time today she was required to sweep up loads of broken glass due to the seagulls.
It is by no means a rare occurence, but it is pretty scary stuff when it happens...and its happening too often!