Bobby47
Feb 22, 2017
#UKIP #StokeCentral campaigner p***es on house, tries to force entry. Help identify
I hate this sort of behaviour. If there’s one thing that irritates me its being sat at home minding me own business and having someone urinating against the walls of my dwelling and then them trying to get inside me house when I don’t want them in it.
Course, the Police ain’t helping to address this sort of anti social behaviour area. I’ve spoken with the local Commander and reluctantly he conceded that in the last ten years they’ve only prosecuted one individual for urinating up against someones brick wall and worse, they’ve never prosecuted anyone who’s pissed up a dwellings wall and then tried to get in the house thereafter.
It’s this sort of couldn’t care less attitude by the Police that gets my eczema going red. It’s no wonder that good folk, hitherto not bothered about much else, don’t bother reporting things to the Police especially when they learn that they appear to be ignoring urinators who then try to get inside your house.
Course, it’s who you know isn’t it. If I tipped up at Angela Eagles abode, pissed up the brickwork of her home and then started pushing at her door demanding, ‘open the door Eagle I’m coming in’, I’d be hauled off by the Constable and brought before the Magistrate. To right as well I say! You wouldn’t find me wasting the Courts time pleading Not Guilty. I’d face up to my wrongdoing and demand I was given a hefty slice of restorative justice and assure Angela that whilst I was guilty of pissing eight pints of ale up her masonry rendering and trying to gain entry to her house when I clearly wasn’t wanted in her house, I did not smash her window, I was not homophobic and there was no need for her to drag twenty seven other whstleblowng people into this dreadful case to prove I did it.
Bobby47
Dec 1, 2016
#Brickgate – Police finally admit – There’s No Evidence to Conclude ‘Angela Eagle’s Window’ was Smashed by a Brick
This case still puzzles me. It’s very puzzling. It’s become synonymous with its puzzling modus operandi, so much so, last night I woke up howling, ‘my God this is puzzling’.
And so, having trawled through the entire threads generated by Cardin, this morning I got up determined to end this dreadfully puzzling case. I stood outside our front room, assured the neighbours not to panic and call the Constable, I picked up half a bloody house brick and threw it at my window causing it to smash. Quickly, c’os I didn’t want the scene contaminated, I got down on my hands and knees to discover that no glass fragments had fallen onto the floor outside my window. Excitedly, I scurried off inside the house to discover that the front room of the house was plastered in great shards of splintered glass fragments. Immediately, I thought, ‘hi up, this is puzzling’ and it was then I decided to take the next step to prove Cardins theorem that something wasn’t quite right.
That’s right! I got another house brick, stood inside the Dining Room and with considerable force I threw it at the window smashing it. As before, I quickly discovered that no glass was inside the house and like before, all the bits of glass were outside, thus proving beyond doubt that the Wirral Window was smashed by an insider.
Whatsmore, having proved this, and I believe I have, I can also say that this insider had at least one leg. Had the culprit no legs then it’s not unreasonable to conclude that they’d have been found at the scene trying to crawl away after carrying out this dreadful act. In fact, they’d probably still be there now. I’d now urge the local Constable to act on this, respect the integrity of my forensic investigations, get all the insiders together and if any of the staff are found to have no legs, eliminate them as not being suspect and begin to put an end to this puzzling case, commonly known as The Wirral Window.
Bobby47
Nov 23, 2016
UPDATED – “Bold, unsubstantiated … defamatory … harassment” but now proven beyond doubt – James Griffiths was right
Good work Cardin. Very well done. Whilst I am very pleased that the ‘ordeal’ for both Nigel and James is nearing its end and the now unavoidable and inevitable conclusion, that they both had the shit kicked out of them by an obsessed and abnormally constructed Reputation Management bureaucratic beast of burden gathering of deluded fools, I can’t help feeling particularly pleased for the one and the only, relentless fighter and purveyor of words that moreorless, over and over again, read, ‘you lying bastads’, master James Griffiths, who, in his delightful and unique way, kept on going when many others might have thrown their hand in and given up.
Well done lads!
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