I must assume there's a terminology difference between there and here? Or have I missed something in 4.5 years?
i meant the soham murders, holly, jessica, ian huntley, etc... but yeah, i remember that theft aswell.
Usually people say things like these (about how nice they are) when they have done something rather... unpleasent...
Looking at the fact that kev gave bukkseks to some smelly bum certainly makes one think how nasty stuff that unpleasent affair might have been...
Poor Angelo never knew what hit him
Looking at the fact that kev gave bukkseks to some smelly bum certainly makes one think how nasty stuff that unpleasent affair might have been...
Poor Angelo never knew what hit him
Note that my opening post is way after midnight, so you can assume I was just a bit pissed. And having wandered around for about an hour with a weird catholic bloke begging baby jesus to make me see the light I felt like I had to talk to someone about it.
So rather than ask Jesus for forgiveness you asked us? Wow, you really do have a low moral fibre
We have the advantage of actually being alive, and not dead for ~2000 years.
I was going to ask if you nicked all their wallets but then you confessed about the buttsecks
I live just off a busy route out of town, and my road itself is used as a cut-through by cars and pedestrians.
Kev sounds like a top bloke, but unfortunately, my tolerance levels are far lower. Mainly as a result of one of the two groups that most people fall into when they're drunk.
There's "nice" drunks, who may be rolling back from the pub at 12/1/2am chatting, laughing, giggling, having a good time. This isn't a bad noise, it's the sound of people enjoying themselves and makes the place feel lively and vibrant.
Then there's the other group, which for convenience I will call "f*ckwit tossers". These are the people, more usually guys than women, who think nothing of yelling and shouting as loud as possible at 2am. It's not laughing, it's not a happy, loud conversation, it's plain yelling. Shouting. Abusive. Aggressive. Unnecessary. Then there's the f*ckwit tossers who once decided to have a half hour long playfight on the pavement right outside mine at 1am. Then there's the f*ckwit tossers who drive taxis, as they drop someone off in my street at 2am and sit there outside my place with a noisy diesel engine clattering for the next 15 minutes while they count their takings for the night.
Then there's other sorts, which for convenience I will simply label as "criminals". Like the guy who was openly stealing copper wire out the pavements while the council was half way through replacing lamp posts (although given the speed which with the area was swarming with police after I dialled 999, I'd be amazed if his bravado paid off). Or the clearly dodgy men who turn up in a white van in the middle of the night, scoping out one of the business properties over the road. Or the charming souls who take a piss against the gates of my property until I invite them f*ck off. Or the f*cking taggers that come through the street in the night, daubing walls and parked vans with their paint. Or the probable junkie that took three goes to break into a VW Toureg parked on the street with a posh dash-mounted mobile phone. I reported it a day later after it had rained heavily overnight and filled the Toureg with water, as I had a pretty good idea who it belonged to, and I was in no rush to do this particular company any favours.
All of which combined means I'm not very nice towards passers-by, and rather than use booze and cigarettes, would sooner turn to an M-16 and petrol bombs.
Kev sounds like a top bloke, but unfortunately, my tolerance levels are far lower. Mainly as a result of one of the two groups that most people fall into when they're drunk.
There's "nice" drunks, who may be rolling back from the pub at 12/1/2am chatting, laughing, giggling, having a good time. This isn't a bad noise, it's the sound of people enjoying themselves and makes the place feel lively and vibrant.
Then there's the other group, which for convenience I will call "f*ckwit tossers". These are the people, more usually guys than women, who think nothing of yelling and shouting as loud as possible at 2am. It's not laughing, it's not a happy, loud conversation, it's plain yelling. Shouting. Abusive. Aggressive. Unnecessary. Then there's the f*ckwit tossers who once decided to have a half hour long playfight on the pavement right outside mine at 1am. Then there's the f*ckwit tossers who drive taxis, as they drop someone off in my street at 2am and sit there outside my place with a noisy diesel engine clattering for the next 15 minutes while they count their takings for the night.
Then there's other sorts, which for convenience I will simply label as "criminals". Like the guy who was openly stealing copper wire out the pavements while the council was half way through replacing lamp posts (although given the speed which with the area was swarming with police after I dialled 999, I'd be amazed if his bravado paid off). Or the clearly dodgy men who turn up in a white van in the middle of the night, scoping out one of the business properties over the road. Or the charming souls who take a piss against the gates of my property until I invite them f*ck off. Or the f*cking taggers that come through the street in the night, daubing walls and parked vans with their paint. Or the probable junkie that took three goes to break into a VW Toureg parked on the street with a posh dash-mounted mobile phone. I reported it a day later after it had rained heavily overnight and filled the Toureg with water, as I had a pretty good idea who it belonged to, and I was in no rush to do this particular company any favours.
All of which combined means I'm not very nice towards passers-by, and rather than use booze and cigarettes, would sooner turn to an M-16 and petrol bombs.
TBH I've had those too. Before I lived here I lived across the street from a pub which had drunk children standing outside it every night after closing, waiting for their parents to come and pick them up, usually shouting, sometimes fighting (a friend of mine passes that place on her way home and there was a huge 40+ dickhead fight outside it on Friday night apparently). I also had smackheads shooting up in the car park around the back, someone pissed through my letterbox one night, another guy tried hiding from the police on my roof, etc.
I only mentioned the harmless ones.
I only mentioned the harmless ones.
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