Me no likey.

Of all the bruck (rubbish) that washes up on the beach, nothing makes my blood boil more than nylon rope. I suppose nylon rope tied into netting takes the ultimate biscuit but I'm not going to flatter it by making the distinction. Except maybe I have done. If you are a litter-bug, I hate you. If you litter the ocean, you can factor that derision by a squizillion. Fin.