Bobby47

Mar 29, 2017

We met the Wirral Council leader for the first time today. We were not impressed

Me and her, the rotten old bag I formed a Union with so many miserable and desperately sad and tragic years ago, are prepared to journey together, up the A49, and after popping in to see relatives on the proper and right side of the Mersey, have agreed to see the patient.
For, if his red head is not down to meeting the menace Cardin, and it’s possible, then the Leader of WBC, the patient, is probably developing high cholesterol and needs to be looked at and quickly before his arteries explode and a massive heart attack ensues.
If during the course of time either Cardin, Nigel or Jon get to chat to him, make him an appointment, fix up a location and I’ll get this harbinger of doom, the wife and nurse to meet him, examine his red head and all parts beneath the thoroughly scrawny neck and if it’s necessary, she’ll pop him on Statins, provide him a diet plan and mentor him as he battles back to a facial and head colour more closely akin to a colour tone of the light spectrum that’s more familiar with the skin tones of the human head.
There you go. You cant get fairer than that!

Bobby47

Mar 27, 2017

We met the Wirral Council leader for the first time today. We were not impressed

Say what you like and argue all you want but that head is red. My tormentor of forty two years, the bloody wife, is a Nurse and when I showed her this image of Davies, my words to her were, ‘there you go you rotten old vindictive hag, what’s your diagnostic opinion regarding the hue of his head’.
Her response was telling. She said, ‘I’ve been treating the sick, the insane and those who’ve become obsessed on betting upon uncertain outcomes throughout a long career unblemished by any form of measurable achievement and in all my years, never have I seen a head as red as that and believe me, I’ve seen some red heads during my time tending those who’s heads have become red and they’ve visited me begging, ‘me heads turned red. Sort me out Nurse’.
Her conclusion, ‘Has he just met Paul Cardin?’.

Bobby47

Mar 26, 2017

Wirral Council. New Customer Service System soon… BUT… will it be bullied into position?

To understand the incompetence that’s infested all the tiers of the hierarchy within Hereford Council and its many arms length companies created to confuse, secrete and generally buggar all things up, imagine a bag of rats wriggling around in a bucket of rancid sludge, factor in a kick in the testicals on a cold November day and then being told you’ve got the Syphilis, multiply that terrible discomfort and disappointment by a factor of fifty and you’re half way to understanding just how fucked up and bastardised it’s all become down here, here in Hereford where, just like Wirral BC, they’ve managed to corrupt and taint all with a great big thick fat sweaty lump sum of a Gagging Payment to ensure that they’ve ‘Crowded The Dock’ to make it nigh on impossible to get anybody to open up, tell the truth and admit that ‘getting my forty thousand quid for keeping my mouth shut about my bullying actvities came as a wonderful and pleasant surprise’.
And worse, as if that’s not bad enough, and it bloody ought to be, these bottom feeding, parasitic, leaching tics that feast upon the trough of public funding then get given a clean bill of health, a wonderfully crafted glowing reference implying ‘this fucker is excellent value for money’ and round and round it all goes. Slime from one ear to the other, relentlessly and endlessly costing us all a barrow load of cash as they move about beneath the umbrella of public service building up their pension pot, being gifted their Gagging Payments as they cling to the ideology of Common Purpose that demands if you want a complete toss pot of an incompetent bungling idiot that the private sector spat out years ago because they weren’t wanted, then this useless, underperforming, unwanted and really not needed twat is the one for you to relace the last useless underperforming, unwanted and not needed twat who’s now ensconced in another borough Council who’s Chief Executive quite liked the idea of having his old mate back alongside him as they go about their latest bucket of bollocks called ‘transformation’, crafted and designed to buggar up what they failed to buggar up during and throughout their last blue sky thinkng, gimmick laden pile of urine stained ideas that were supposed to save us all a million quid and create endless opportunities to blow your fucking brains out if your fortunate enough to own a small pocket Derringer pistol and a single bullet that’ll end the misery of watching the money leave our pockets!

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Apr 25, 2017

Doing a Sentence but Committed no Crime

At my age, I’d happily take to myself a slice of the pain and hurt that this family have endured as a result of this sad chapter in social care. Truth is most people would. So why does Reputation Management get in the way of all things good and right and compel people like Mayor Anderson to turn the other way and do nothing to ease some pain and family unhappiness?

Bobby47

Apr 3, 2017

MIPIM fun with PR Guy Mart – better late than never

I mean, we’re all different and our thresholds for absorbing this public service rancid, meaningless bollocks are all set at varying levels of tolerance and acceptance but, me personally, I don’t know how you can top ‘relentlessly driven’.
I’ve had a good long think about it, and unless you’re prepared to drift into areas of the absurd where you’ll pledge to stab yourself yourself to death in a public place in front of a throng of folk I f you fail to deliver a positive outcome together with your equally passionate Partners, then I can’t see where you can go to surpass ‘relentlessly driven’.
It’s all well and good Martin and others claiming they’re passionate, but they all are. They’re all passionate to suck upon our public lactating teats and so, my message to those who want a career in public service but don’t fancy ever surpassing mediocrity in their quest to join all those other passionate bastards is to be original and start heading off to the out and beyond and describe yourself in a way that places you above and beyond ‘relentlessly driven’.

Bobby47

Apr 1, 2017

#MIPIM fun with PR Guy Mart – better late than never…

Of course he’s passionate. Why shouldn’t he be. He’s up against a whole legion of passionate bastards, passionately wanting to serve me, you and we with a passionate outcome to some pointless codswallop that nobody ever wanted or needed.
If he wants to impress me and get Cardin’s attention I’d respectfully suggest to this parasitic feeder he’d do well to up his game. I recently read some Doris in public service ‘top trump’ the lot of them by describing herself as ‘relentlessly driven’. Now that’s what you call fuckng thoughtful and mightily impressive. If I had to interview either him or this Doris and they each gave me their answer to how passionate they were, if I could restrain myself from stabbing both in the eye with a soft leaded pencil, I’d give the bastard job to the Doris who was relentlessly driven.

Bobby47

Mar 30, 2017

We met the Wirral Council leader for the first time today. We were not impressed

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No Paul. Whilst your inquisitive and nigh on nosey bloody mind had established I was wandering around the area holding a house brick muttering, ‘I want to smash glass’, I have happily visited The Pool several times since and despite the advice from the Council and local charities, I’ve happily given every single homeless person I’ve encountered a quid to see them through the day.
Do I care that just one of the many that I give to has the keys for a Ford Focus that’s parked in some back street? I couldn’t care less. Giving and doing a little bit makes me feel good about me.

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Bobby 47

Oct 23, 2017

Sorrento Shame : Holidaymakers claim they faced ‘racist abuse’ from ex – Wirral Mayoress

And yet, in our skewed and fucked up Britain where there seems to be a socio design that allows the politically powerful to behave badly and behave openly and overtly racist without any consequences, a silly young woman in Hereford (See Hereford Times) who wrongly posted a piece on Facebook that was very racist, gets hauled before a Court, gets convicted and then is required to carry that burden of a conviction for the rest of her young life that’ll prohibit her from ever getting a job in any public service.
Is this young woman wrong? Of course she is, but to think that she can post on FB, get some likes and then on the advice of her Mom delete the message, you’d think that that would place her beneath Mrs Foulks on the cruel and wicked scale of punishments. No! Not here. Not in Britain. Not nowadays where the humanity and consistency of British Law has long since flown out of the bloody window and placed the politically powerful in a very different league to me, you and this silly young woman from Hereford.

Bobby 47

Oct 3, 2017

Oh no it’s a LOBO!

The LOBO liability down here in Hereford is around one hundred and thirty million quid. Whatever the actual figure is I know that ‘we’ are paying seventeen million every year to service the debt.
The local Council leader, who recently didn’t claim he was abducted by aliens that then may have appeased me and have gone some way to justifying this fiscal madness, explained the borrowing was good governance and best practice and that borrowing was a responsible fiscal policy.
My Council leader? A former Tory Banker who’s evolved into a moustacheod cravat wearing, glad handed, happy to greet and meet you type who, when pressed by me to explain his role in the never ending tale of woe concerning Gagging Payments and the bullying of a Council Whistleblower explained, ‘I know nothing’, which, if he had been abducted by aliens and had his brain wiped clean, may have left me happy and satisfied with his candid disclosure.
We’re all doomed Cardin. God help us old friend. My warmest regards to you and yours. Rob.

Bobby 47

Jun 25, 2017

Concern Will be Growing about Wirral’s High-rise Tower Blocks

And, in forty years time when enough of the Grenfell Tower residents have died of old age, and after the national investigation has reached its conclusion and all the stones that they fancied lifting up to see what lay beneath were examined and of course dutifully orchestrated and directed to avoid and completely ignore the right stones that secreted the real culpable culprits from prosecution in this tragic episode of corporate manslaughter, some insignificant poor fool with a tool bet, a white van, a safety harness and a contractual tender that reads, ‘because your bid was so low you are now our preferred provider’, he’ll be the one held up to national scorn and blamed for affixing the cladding to these high rise dwellings to house the poor and be blamed for pretty much everything.
And as he leaves the Dock to begin his pennance for ever scaling the bloody tower in the first bloody place to earn a crust, and because he’d run out of Barrister cash and plead guilty in his fight against the authorities who had millions of public money ready to fight their cause, the culprits of all political colours who are tied and bound to the ethos of Common rotten Purpose will howl, ‘we hope the bastard rots in hell. Lessons have been learned and from hereon we’ll ensure that the poor and the vulnerable are kept well away from the rest of us who responsibly chose to pay enough money for a luxury dwelling that was so well constructed it was highly unlikely to ignite beneath a lit flame.
And as for the many annual memorial services that’ll surely follow this terrible event, where all of the great and the good desperately try to outcry one another just to display how good a human being they are and a host of pointless celebrities attach themselves to the grief just to get their bloody gong from the future monarch, they’ll be read passages from some holy book that brings comfort to the guilty and angst and frustration to all those that went to bed that terrible night believing that they were safe living in the richest city on Earth and there was indeed such a thing as Shared Values.

Bobby47

May 15, 2017

Labour and the Snap Election

How many times have we howled at the television screen and demanded, ‘just give me some truth’. How often have we listened to PMQ’s or any other political programme and begged for just one politician to emerge who’d say it as it was, display some sincerity and above all give us all a reason to actually believe the slimy conniving bastard was on our side and someone who we could trust.
Since the Liar with The Far Away Messianic Eyes emerged, where lies, self entitlement and a belief that we’d vote Labour no matter how many times he/they exploited our gullibility to our nations detriment, it seems as though we’d had enough and we’d all got the thinking equipment to work out who was an establishment twat and who wasn’t.
Sadly, despite it all, despite the social engineering that Blair and his acolytes have indoctrinated into all of us, even now, even after all that’s been done to us in the name of New Labour, still, fucking despite it all, we cannot shift our collective ground, spot a good and kind and decent man and support Jeremy Corbyn. As if on step, time and beat, through the orchestration of the media, the establishment and the sycophantic, narcissistic remnants of New Labour, we still dance to their tune, blind to the message of a new, good, kind and decent man that is Jeremy Corbyn.
Sadly, as a society, subjected to the constant barrage of what to think, how to think and who to vote for, we’ve managed to do exactly what we supposed to do. Sneer and scoff at the ideas of Jeremy, put our trust in the likes of Field and Eagles and hasten the departure of someone who only wanted to help working class people.
Make no mistake, just like the new brooms of Farage, Trump and Le Pen (who I don’t like or agree with), we in Great Britain will reject Jeremy simply because ‘they’ don’t want him. And they most certainly don’t want us to have Jeremy. They don’t want Jeremy to succeed because ‘they’ don’t want Jeremy to succeed and if ‘they’ don’t want it, no matter what, we ain’t going to have it. Just like Trump, just like Farage, ‘they’ want us to have what ‘they’ want and ‘they’ don’t want Jeremy, and so, the likes of Eagles, Smith and all the rest of the Blair acolytes will continue to fuel and arm the media directing us to reject Jeremy Corbyn.
The irony is, we all want change and yet, when the route to change emerges in the form of Jeremy, we manage to find it within us to vote against it and then complain, ‘just give us some truth’ and open the door to the likes of Field and Eagles. Isn’t it desperately sad?

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Bobby 47

Nov 9, 2017

Wirral Council Fails to Withhold Crucial Discretionary Housing Payments Report

It seems to me that every single Council Directorship up and down Blighty has the very same problem. The ideology of Common Purpose and the unrestrained feeding at the trough of public money that’s treated as their own and paid out to anyone who’s in favour and worthy of a slice of pleasure and gifted a Gagging Payment. It’s nothing unusual nowadays. Sadly it’s the way of things in these times of little accountability.
What sets Wirral apart from all the others is not the senior Officers who pretty much do as they please all over the place.They all do that nowadays. It’s built into the design of all public service bodies. It’s the elected Councillors that win the Office and the prize upon the Wirral. They are the body of people who separate the Wirral Council from all the rest.
And I’m not speaking of incompetence. Most elected Councillors up and down our Isle all reached their own personal level of complete incompetence long before they shoved a leaflet through your letterbox pleading for your vote. There’s nothing unique about this.
What singles out the Wirral as being very unique, is the elected people have no honour and no sense of right and wrong. It’s the issue of honour and honourable behaviour that’s so evidentially lacking on the peninsular of Merseyside. In any other place that I can think of, and many that spring to mind are covered in undiluted rats excrement are truly dreadful people, they would all act very differently to those upon the Wirral. Spitting, kicking and screaming of foul play and misunderstanding, they’d spread the dirt and then resign, cognisant that the game was up and they had to walk.
Course, upon the Wrral no such honourable way of conducting yourself exists. Rather than plead your innocence or even mitigate your behaviour with a bucket full of gut churning mindless bollocks of a feeble excuse, the Wirral Councillors simply ignore the noise, turn their attention elsewhere and ignore any issues relative to honourable behaviour.
Anywhere else on the planet, where racist behaviour was so blatantly exhibited, even if the words and the actions were those of a loved one, you’d throw yourself on the political sword and do the honourable thing.
Not on the Wirral! On the Wirral you survive and continue on and on and on and nobody gives the matter or your dishonourable behaviour a single backward glance. Why? Because everyone around you has behaved in the exact same way and nothing happened to them.
Wendy, my warmest regards to you and yours. Good luck for the future. Rob.

Bobby 47

Oct 28, 2017

Alleged Foulkes’ #Racism – met with Radio Silence across Wirral, Merseyside and the North West

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As I predicted! She’s been round! Bloody knew it! I was laid in bed in a high state of arousal whilst nibbling on a custard slice when all of a sudden I smelt smoke and the pungent aromas of burning wood. Straight away I thought, ‘the bloody Klan are back again’.
I popped me pants on, got out of bed, pulled the newspaper off the bloody Windows because we’ve never generated enough disposable income to purchase bloody curtains, to see three burning crucifix’s and two figures adorned in cassocks and hoods that are normally worn by the bloody Klan whenever they’ve popped round here before lynching those of us who ain’t pure white Arian British citizens.
I opened the window and howled,’ who comes burning crucifix’s at three bloody thirty in the morning. This is a good neighbourhood populated by good decent God fearing folk who diligently recycle their rubbish. Clear off we’re trying to get some bloody sleep here’.
Anyway, the smaller of the two, possibly female, who’s hood and robes looked like they were the garments of the bloody Grandmaster of the Klan howled, ‘we are the W.W.L.M( Wirral White Lives Matter) and we want to satisfy ourselves that you are white and you’ve got documentation that proves your genealogical lineage is of pure undiluted whiteness.’ And then, waving a rope, with menacing intent said, ‘if you ain’t like us we’re going to string you up and stretch your neck’.
Course, not wanting to take any chances and erring on the side of caution, not wanting to be horse whipped in me street, having me belongings confiscated, getting transported and even hung up from the boughs of me own bloody Elm tree I quickly threw me box of identification documents through the window proving to them the Klan that I was pure white British.
Who were they? I’ve no idea but the taller of the two was wearing tangerine shorts that I’d previously noticed on an earlier blog that concerned a lads holiday in the Algarve.

Bobby 47

Oct 27, 2017

Alleged Foulkes’ #Racism – met with Radio Silence across Wirral, Merseyside and the North West

They’ll take some young person who’s silly enough to post something offensive on a social media site, trace them, arrest them, prosecute them, convict them and then destroy them by releasing their case to the media and it’s all alright.
But, take some person in a position of authority, someone well connected with friends in influential places and someone who’s not supposed to be subjected to the same rules as the silly young person I’ve described and the outcome is an entirely different scenario.
Instead of getting a visit from the Constable, having your collar felt, being prosecuted and subjected to the deliberations of the Magistrate who might convict you of appalling and overtly racist behaviour and getting the media to report upon your downfall, it doesn’t bloody happen.
Mores the pity I say! How on earth did we arrive at a place where there became this imbalanced treatment between those in power and those without it.
Makes you bloody weep doesn’t it. And they wonder why people take to their keyboards ranting and raving at the injustice of it all.
Mind, that said, I wouldn’t want this bloody woman taking offence from my comments. The last thing I want is her tracing me and tipping up at my front door screaming, ‘open the door fatso. I’m going to beat you senseless’. Course, if she does, and let’s face it it’s possible, even likely, I don’t suppose it’ll make the papers with the headline, ‘ fat old man minding his own business attacked by a Wirral woman armed with a four pound lump hammer causing upsetting injuries’.
Mark my words, if this woman does go on a killing spree the Wirral Globe will regret their failure to act and I’ll be the first in the queue demanding financial compensation for the dreadful debilitating injuries that I personally sustained at my front door step after being beaten senseless with her four pound lump hammer.

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Jan 4, 2018

Fox hunting thugs beat up protesters. Police do nothing

If it were within my power, I’d give these black hatted, riding crop waving, silk shirted, jodpur britches and red tunic wearing sadists a taste of what it’s like to be chased, pursued, cornered and torn to shreds by a pack of ravenous hounds.
For starters, I’d take a photograph of the Master Of The Hunt, show it to each hound belonging to the pack and make sure that each member of their canine species knew exactly how to violently react if ever they ever found the owner of this particular face cowering in fear beneath a prickly mature Hawthorne Bush.
Then, I’d drag the aforementioned Master Of The Hunt out of the shed, where I’d locked him up illegally a week before during a frightening hostage taking attack outside his family home, strip him naked and then, in full sight of the pack who’s bollocks I’d already kicked to get them agitated and howling and whining for dog vengeance, I’d take a pocket pen knife and slice open flesh that was affixed to his body in very close proximity to a bulbous vein that you just knew would bleed and bleed until treated by someone who was armed with an ability to stop bleeding and convince a pack of hounds to stop ripping away at human flesh.
Then, after kicking his bollocks and screaming, ‘run for your life you poor bastard’, I’d give the howling barking demented pack of hounds a good sniff of the now racing quarry and after a head start of three minutes thus giving the chased and hunted a reasonable chance to build up a good head of speed, I’d let the pack loose and watch in awe as they raced across the meadows in pursuit of he who’s face they’ve been trained to hate.
And thereafter, after the pack had cornered him, as they inevitably would as he hurtled across a recently harvested turnip field screaming, ‘God help me’, I’d bring the attack to a halt, cause the dogs to regurgitate the bits of his face I couldn’t find and in the last gulps of air he could summon up proving he was still human and very much still alive, I’d ask, ‘what do you think now. Humane or simply cruel?’.

Bobby47

Dec 16, 2017

Former Wirral Council Director of Law Bill Norman Resigns from Cheshire East Council

Bill has no honour. None at all! During my early days of being at odds with Bill, who I fully accept is no burglar, no shoplifter or a man prone to violent attacks upon those just hanging about and minding their own business, I lost patience with his activities and tipped up outside the Council Offices in Hereford determined to resolve my differences with Bill. I wanted to fight him. Despite my age and despite the huge difference in our respective levels of fitness, I put in the hard work throughout my many hard and harsh lung bursting training sessions. Running. Lifting weights. Refraining from masturbation. Sparring and training my abdomen to absorb an unholy number of bloody hard punches from Bill. I left nothing to chance. I was as fit as any fat twat could be and after taking one last drag upon my hand rolled cigarette and gulping back a mouthful of ale it all began. After getting his attention from his office window situated high on the third floor howling, ‘Bill get down here you oily little runt of the litter I want to fight you’, I began my stretching routine, got my gloves laced up by my trusty Second, shoved my late Grandmothers gum shield into my mouth and eagerly watched as Bill emerged from his office for our bout. I was about to meet my nemesis.
No sooner had he climbed beneath the ropes and onto the canvass with me gibbering ‘we want our money back you cheque trousering sneaky little weasel’, Bill boldly walked up to me and after touching gloves and readying myself to punch him as hard as I could in the gob he quickly pulled out an old World War Two service revolver, pulled its trigger discharging a single bullet and shot me dead.
That’s right. Dead! I was shot dead by Bill Norman who, despite the long held and established pugilistic traditions of the Queensbury Rules, Bill produced a gun inside the boxing ring and shot me dead. And this is the type of man Bill is. No pride. No honour. A man who does not box by the rules and the irresponsible owner of a firearm that he had no business owning or using on me or any other tax payer who had formed the opinion that he was getting wealthy from the trough of public funding.
Many of you will doubt the validity of this tale of woe and some might even question that I am actually dead. Well I bloody am and if I could be bothered to explain how it’s possible for a dead boxer to communicate these things from beyond the grave then I would if I could.

Bobby47

Nov 24, 2017

Wirral Council #Racism and Alleged #Racism – Some Posts and Tweets. Also… “Yer Barred !!”

It’ll be interesting to see whether or not the Italian Police treat racism as seriously as the British Constabularies.
If they do, and I hope they do, then it could be that they’re quietly investigating this matter and perhaps, who knows, they’ll be approaching their judiciary and a European Arrest Warrant will be authorised.
Now that would be worthy of some media coverage.

Bobby47

Nov 16, 2017

Show ‘Inappropriate Comments’ The Red Card

I’m not so sure this Councillor hasn’t got some moral or even lawful responsibility to actually incriminate his woman and make a formal complaint himself. Let me develop my point.
If the offence were committed upon Blighty it’d be easier for me to develop an argument and perhaps persuade that he should report the offence because he was present and would have to acknowledge that he to was personally offended by her words and actions. If he couldn’t tolerate racist behaviour on the Wirral because of his elected Office, then how could it be tolerable whilst in Italy on holiday. What’s more, being fully cognisant that the targets of the racist attack were British citizens of colour and being a British citizen himself and fully aware of British public order legislation, he would surely know that if the matter had taken place here in Britain there would be no secreting this sorry episode.
I’d argue that albeit this took place in a foreign land and he could reasonably argue that he had no knowledge of Italian Law and their public order legislation that protects citizens from racist abuse, he must be aware that in any modern democracy aiding and abetting an offender, in this case remaining silent and even perhaps offering it some tacit approval by saying nothing, only adds to the depth of the hole he now finds himself in.
Given his public Office and the public interest that’s more than justified by his and her position in Wirral society, albeit by personal rather than political association, I cannot see how this matter can be sat on and left to become a topic of disinterest.
Furthermore, being a recipient of public money and presumably a fully paid up follower to the zero tolerance attitude WBC has toward racism, how is it possible to argue that this matter should be ignored simply because the crime took place in a land beyond British jurisdiction which I’m guessing is the only reason this affair has not been addressed in our homeland. It doesn’t make sense does it?
Quite frankly I can’t see how it’s possible to avoid the issue without there being a conspiracy of silence and a future chance that many other people have now tainted themselves by sitting back and doing nothing. In short, how can you hold up a red card and ask to be taken seriously. Indeed, how can anyone pictured holding up their red card be given any credibility if they know about the events that took place during the holiday in Italy.

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Feb 20, 2018

The BBC defends Amol Rajan, a senior employee, who was abusive, and may have defamed Paul Cardin

I’d urge Amol, who will most certainly have read this piece by Paul, to revisit his decision to tweet a transmission calling Paul ‘Scum’, and send an apology. It’s not a difficult decision to make and one which if he could bring himself to see sense, would convince me that Amol regrets his cruel insult and is a better man than he appears to be on social media.
Whilst I’m not convinced that my friend Paul could pursue a line of defamation of character against Amol, I most definitely believe that such an aggressive transmission of calling someone ‘Scum’ and associating Paul with this unpleasant descriptive term places Amol in an area where it could reasonably be argued that he Amol transmitted a nuisance and threatening electronic communication which is a criminal offence.
The fact that Paul has written this piece, which clearly displays a personal hurt, is an added ingredient of the personal impact Amol’s insult has had on both Paul and probably his close family and friends. Speaking as his friend, I can say that I’m hurt to see my friend bruised by this descriptive word ‘Scum’ which, again, in relation to malicious communication legislation adds weight to Paul’s hurt and demonstrates a possible prima fascia case of a criminal offence.
Yep! All things considered, I’d respectfully suggest to Amol that he should consider his actions, his position in the public domain and offer up Paul a simple and heartfelt apology for causing family distress.

Bobby 47

Jan 17, 2018

“Most Improved” Wirral LABOUR Council are spreading a pack of lies across the careers market, in their search for a new Legal Director

See, it’s not just the author of the bollocks that needs to be challenged and beaten badly to stop this endless conveyor belt loaded with undiluted bollocks. It’s all the bloody others who should be held to account and take responsibility in the role they played in its transmission.
You’ve the author, the twat who actually sat down, dreamt up the bullocks who, when satisfied they’d produced an idea that’d be suitable for publication, they would have dragged others into the chain of ‘this is bollocks. I fully appreciate that Council Security would make it nigh on impossible for me to get to the author, enter their office, slam the door shut, scream ‘you bastard’ and beat them for several minutes with a four pound lump hammer. But the audio typist! Surely she’s not so well protected from those like me who are prepared to smash a skull in because my fragile mind couldn’t take anymore bollocks. What I’m saying is this woman knew what she was doing. She knew it was bollocks. When she wrapped those headphones around her delightfully framed perfumed slender feminine neck and listened in to what she was required to type she must have thought, ‘my God. What a pile of rancid pigswill and bollocks’. Why did the woman do this? Following orders my arse! She’s as guilty as the author!

Bobby 47

Jan 17, 2018

“Most Improved” Wirral LABOUR Council are spreading a pack of lies across the careers market, in their search for a new Legal Director

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Brilliant piece of written work Paul. I see with extreme disinterest that the ‘journey’ is still cropping up from time to time. Once, through my young eyes, screwed tight beneath my balaclava whilst I sat in my Dads sidecar as we rode through the tunnel to visit New Brighton, we often called that a journey, a trip, a day out or a chance to see windows with curtains.
Now, because of the bollocks and the infection of that bollocks that’s infested itself on or upon anything associated with the bloody Council, it has an entirely different meaning. To them, the ‘journey’ is from one non existent position to another non existent position packed full of words that have no real meaning but successfully load each boring pointless written paragraph with bollocks that no fool reads or can be bloody bothered to read because if you do bother to read it you just know that at its dreadful and deadly concluding end once it reaches it’s blessed full stop, you’ll feel compelled to howl at the heavens, ‘what a load of pointless bollocks’.

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Mar 27, 2018

More information on the Seacombe “Pop-up” Birthing Centre

You’ve produced some wonderful work down the years lad and this series of articles covering this issue are as important as any you’ve ever reported on.
I hope our Wirral girls get to read all the component parts of your body of work and it’s argument and work it out for themselves to weigh up all the risks they are taking before going along with something that someone originally thought, ‘this is a good idea’.
Well done kid.

Bobby47

Mar 19, 2018

Thoughts on the new Seacombe “Pop-up” Birthing Centre, opening on Tuesday 20th March 2018

To demonstrate that this latest slither of blue sky gimmick driven thinking is such a jolly good idea and it’s champion Councillor Mooney desperately wants to convince our pregnant girls they have nothing to fear during the delivery of their child, let her commit herself to an act of lovemaking, become pregnant and commit herself to be one of the first to tip up and place herself and her unborn babe in the hands of those who’ll be running this Pop Up or Out Birthing Centre.
I’ll tell you now, if I were a gestating foetus and was about to be born into the World, the last place I’d want to be would be there in Seacombe taking my bloody chances on a very uncertain outcome.

Bobby47

Mar 13, 2018

Protected: Wirral Waters – otherwise known as “Shanghai on the Irish Sea” – HAS DIED

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Truth is all these jaunts to foreign lands are nothing more than a ‘jolly’ which we pay for. There’s the great pile of paper our travellers produce to Cabinet that moreorless says, ‘we’re going on a trade mission to create you all wealth, a thousand jobs and millions in savings’. Then there’s the meetings that sanction the bollocks where they gather together, nod their heads affirmitively and give their blessings to those lucky enough to get their flights, hotels and expenses paid for whilst we all sit there waiting for the inevitable outcome. Absolutely fuck all! Nobody really expected anything other than fuck all. Nobody ever believed they’d come back with anything other than fuck all, and unless the travellers used a little entrepreneurial spirit and began flogging Wirral Tea Towels from a suitcase on the steps of the local market, nothing other than fuck all was anticipated once they’d returned to Blighty and reported back to the nodding heads who sent them on the jolly to fly, feast, drink and talk bollocks to a group of people who really couldn’t understand why they’d bothered to fly half way across the globe for fuck all.
Course, at the root of this bollocks is it’s possible to hoodwink the Council and the people by talking bollocks. It’s all so easy. Mention foreign lands, foreign investment, a thousand jobs and an opportunity to do something slightly exciting and being told this’ll make us millions, and Bing, Bang Bong you’re on your way sat in business class, giggling your heads off planning a week of getting pissed, probably masturbating and hopefully alone watching the Adult Channel in your four star hotel room hoping that when daylight returns you’ll find some twat with a business card who might just say, ‘I’ll be in touch’.
T’is the season soon for MIPIM at Cannes and once again thousands of Councillors and Council Officers from Blighty will board their flight, arrive in sunny France, talk bollocks, win responses from their listeners that amount to absolute bollocks, fly back and report ‘we’ve had some tasty nibbles from foreign investors’ and then we wait. We wait and wait for the inevitable and highly predictable ‘Fuck All’, which, given the nature of the Game and the consistency of the final outcomes that have been before, Fuck All is what we expected before they ever decided to embark on their ‘jolly’.
Bloody Council! Cut me grass. Sweep me streets. Water me hanging baskets, fill in me potholes and collect me bloody rubbish that I diligently recycle over and over again so that it can be collected, crushed and shipped out to foreign shores and get dumped in someone else’s backyard resulting in this crazy deluded need to travel to foreign lands and talk bollocks.

Bobby47

Mar 11, 2018

Protected: Wirral Waters – otherwise known as “Shanghai on the Irish Sea” – HAS DIED

Down here, at the bottom end of the A49, where if you shout Dad everyone turns round, the Council embroiled themselves in a similar wild, crazy, deluded and highly expensive venture that only ended when the Ukraine,happily for me and other tax payers, decided to have their Civil War and destroy any further hopes of them spending more of our money on foreign travel, Consultancy fees and a whole raft of other ways to waste our diminishing pile of wealth.
For some reason, years ago, probably after consuming great handfuls of psilocybin mushrooms, the bastard Council decided that the Ukraine might want to build their weapons factory down here and have our youngest and brightest sat on a production line building component parts and fit them into a huge bomb that’d eventually be dropped on the heads of people who were simply minding their own business whilst their Government had decided to make war against some place who’s name nobody could properly pronounce let alone point to on the global map of planet bloody Earth.
Course, when the Ukraine descended into chaos, and it became clear we wouldn’t be able to build this impressive bomb, the whole bureaucratic beast of burden, the bastard Council, went quiet, never gave the matter a backward glance and there was never ever a single mention that we’d spent a huge wedge of cash wining and dining the same people who had the technological know how to build a bomb that the Council had claimed would create a thousand jobs and wealth beyond our wildest dreams.
And it’ll be the same outcome for the Wirral. You’ll never know how much was spent, who bloody spent it and where the cash was haemorrhaged. God help us all. We’re bloody doomed!

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May 24, 2018

Nigel Hobro versus Wirral Council. Before District Judge Campbell, Birkenhead County Court – 22nd May 2018

I was staying in The Pool during this Hearing and I’d have loved to have known about it. It would have been absolutely lovely to have been there and met you all.
Very good piece of work Paul,,,, and to Nigel and James, I send you both my best wishes and warmest regards.

Bobby47

May 14, 2018

Transcript of our conversation with Angela Eagle on 11th May 2018

It actually reads worse than it sounds and looks doesn’t it? Rather like black and white photography, looking and capturing a much better and stronger visual image than that of a colour photograph, it’s the same in this case as it captures dear sweet Angela completely fucked and unable to string a coherent sentence together that’ll get my friend to Fuck Off and leave her be.
All she ever needed to say was, ‘yes! With hindsight the whole Brick Through The Window thing was a huge mistake. I regret it. I take responsibility for its damaging consequences and now dear Paul I’d like you to Fuck Off and leave me be. Thank you very much!.’

Bobby47

May 12, 2018

#Brickgate, Angela Eagle fed #FakeNews to the Daily Mail, and speaking truth to power

How much easier would it have been for Angela to simply explain that the whole Brick Through The Window saga was a complete clusterfuck and for her part, seeing as her name was associated with this false news fed to the media intended and designed to hurt Jeremy and benefit herself, she could quite easily have acknowledged that it was a matter which she bitterly regretted and one which she’d failed to maintain proper control over. Whilst it wouldn’t have stopped our Paul or others believing that The Liar Blair was still hanging around influencing the use of falsehoods to hurt an opponent, it would have given the people a better chance to see that Angela was capable of a little self scrutiny and a good measure of simple honesty with those who will forever now believe that Jeremy and his supporters did smash the window to frighten poor vulnerable, ever so sweet Angela who’s only sin was political ambition.
Course, whilst the damage(pun intended) has already been done to both her and Jeremy, a political opportunist like Angela will understandably lie and if necessary lie harder to maintain the life of the lie if there’s still a little wriggle room left to keep the lie alive but, looking at the footage and cognisant of the real truth and the full facts which are relatively straightforward and self explanatory, it seems to me that dear Angela has come out of this encounter with Paul badly and the wriggling on this barbed hook only serves to belittle and hurt her reputation further.
Silly young woman! There’s a time to lie through your back teeth and a time to throw your hand in and say, ‘we got this wrong and I’m sorry’. Sadly for Angela, being a disciple of The Liar Blair with his Far Away Eyes, she’s some distance off ever considering being open, honest and frank about the attempt to win the political prize of Labour Leader. Instead, she’s chosen humiliation at the hands of my friend who will never ever let go!

Bobby47

Apr 8, 2018

Torrents of Online Tory Hate, Venom, Homophobia, Misogyny, Sexism, Xenophobia, Racism, Islamophobia and more…

I saw these threads on Twitter authored by Chelley and like most rational and kind hearted people I was horrified to read some of these remarks. I particularly hate the abuse Diane Abbot receives at the hands of those who feel compelled to take to their keyboards and hurl their bile and phlegm.
Whilst I don’t always agree with Diane, and I’m a life long Labour voter who has repeatedly voted Labour even when the Liar With The Far Away Eyes Blair emerged giving me a clear and nigh on certain indication that Blair might just be the anti Christ , still I voted Labour and supported those such as Diane because I wanted to remain loyal to the Party.
That said, much of the unrestrained wicked and cruel rhetoric that comes tumbling down the pipes of social media is from people who’ve become tired of their social engineering. In their past, scared to say this, scared to say that and made to feel ashamed that they might vote Conservative or they wanted to Leave the EU, it’s because of the Labour Party and it’s ever present need to control and dominate everything in their pursuit of mass uncontrolled immigration that’s helped bring about this ‘kick back’ from those who’ve been ignored for so long because of their social engineering.
When the vote got counted and it was ‘we were to leave the European Union’, those people once ignored and left unrepresented by mainstream Labour policies found their voice, the hand break was released and they felt somehow liberated to hurl their spite toward those like Diane who fully supported the 2004 bludgeoning impact of millions of people moving from the East of the Continent to the West because Blair chose to wave Britains 7 year transition period so that millions of poor people could move to Britain, become a small component part in a vast army of cheap labour and forever ever after be relied upon to vote Labour and consign the Conservatives into Opposition for the next century.
We in Labour reap what we sow. As much as anyone, Labour are the ones who’ve created this caustic intolerant society that brands people negatively for voting in a particular way. The millions who vote for the Tory’s are not wicked. The millions who voted to leave the EU were not bigoted racists. And yet, for so long, because of my Party, Labour, these were the labels still hung around the necks of those who now take to social media and hurl their bile and phlegm down the pipes of Twitter hurting and insulting in a way that’s so very unlike the British society that I was once part of.
Greetings from Cyprus Cardin.

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Jun 16, 2018

It looks like holding Wirral and Reading Councils to account is not going to be easy

It does make you wonder doesn’t it! Just how far do you have to go to fuck things up in public service before someone says, ‘Hi up! You’re a proven incompetent bungling idiot. Be gone. Buggar off. Take your application form and your glowing tributes of reference with you and don’t come bloody back here and cross our threshold you oily liability for future corporate chaos.
Isn’t it crazy that Reading Council are so eagerly employing someone so bloody useless, fully laden and equipped with documented WBC antecedent history of shite performance that screams out from a huge elevated prominent acoustically great position that moreorless says, ‘I’m fucking useless’, and, ‘I’m a massive risk’, and still, even though they must be cognisant that their new employee is shit, still, despite it all, they open their doors to them, house them in their new office, pass them their portfolio of responsibility and trust them not to repeat past mistakes and fuck it all up once again!
As for banning or blocking my dear friend Paul, and for the sake of balance and fairness I’ve often considered it myself, one has to ask the question why? If I was an employer and some kindly soul gave me the heads up and the nod that suggested that I’d be wise to think again before I started contributing toward a pension pot that I’d strangle my wife for, I’d say, ‘thank you pilgrim. I’ll think on your words, research just how big a risk this all is to the good folk of Reading, and if I think you’ve got a point, I’ll act on your advice and rid myself of this unwelcome problem’.
Course, in the other world, that of public service, where the money is spent freely and being an employee who’s no stranger to failure is a tick in the box and having a career of public service that hitherto has been unblemished by any measurable success, it really doesn’t matter how many times they’re warned, ‘don’t do it’, they’ll trundle on and on and on navigating one steaming cow pat after another cognisant that no matter how often they fuck things up nothing will ever halt their climb up the greasy pole of public service.
As for Reading and their ratepayers who diligently recycle their rubbish, refrain from betting upon uncertain outcomes and sup ale more often than they should, I say, ‘God help you. Welcome to a tiny slice of pleasure from the beautiful Wirral peninsula where luck, God and good fortune fucked off long ago.
My warmest regards. Rob.

Bobby47

May 30, 2018

#Brickgate – Edited transcript of phone conversation between me and Jim Waterson (then of Buzzfeed, now at the Guardian)

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Thing is lad, with your fella Jim, if you ever have to return to him for a nod or even a hint at how to get from ‘a’ to ‘b’ he’ll trust you now because he’ll have read this and all the other stuff relating to The Brick Through The Window bollocks. You behaved honourably.
It was a good piece of written work and despite the X’s relating to Jim, the reader could sense he was completely reasonable with you.
Well done lad.

Bobby47

May 30, 2018

#Brickgate – Edited transcript of phone conversation between me and Jim Waterson (then of Buzzfeed, now at the Guardian)

Bloody brilliantly done. From Twitter to phone conversation and then to this blog. All done with integrity and good grace. Very impressive. Angela, you’ll have read this or be reading it. What’d you think?

Bobby47

May 24, 2018

Nigel Hobro versus Wirral Council. Before District Judge Campbell, Birkenhead County Court – 22nd May 2018

That would be great Paul. We can divide the time equally. I can talk for hours and hours about ‘me’ and then, when I’m completely exhausted by it all, I can then sit back, sup my ale, nibble on some pork rind and attentively listen to you all talking enthusiastically and endlessly about ‘me’ and how wonderfully gifted I am.
See you lad. Once again, my warmest regards, particularly to you, Nigel and James.

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Jul 9, 2018

A crime suspect is chased through Wallasey by the police. What happened next…? And do we have our priorities right……..??

All I’m saying is the Police have lost their way. Instead of worrying themselves about me and the lads falling out of an ale house after an afternoon session and lovingly calling a lady, ‘love’, ‘darling’, ‘chuck’ or ‘duck’ or whistling our approval at the magnificence of them being bloody female, they’re set up and designed to stop me and the lads attacking them with a butter knife or worse stubbing me bloody cigarette on the pavement and saying something that implies to them that we’re in need of a detention under the provisions of the bloody Mental Health Act. They seem to think that for every moment they’re on duty there are tens of thousands of us out there desperately intent on causing them harm. They won’t talk to you anymore!
The consequence to this mindset is that there barely able to get out of their cars and walk about because of the huge weight that’s dangling from their utility belt or their stab proof shell. They can’t walk upright anymore because of the weight. It can’t be unlike being required to lug about to giant sacks of spuds you’ve just harvested from your local allotment.
They’ve got their radio, their first aid kit, the bundles of tickets that can be issued whenever and wherever we’ve carried out some sin, the bloody long armed baton, the side arm baton, the gas canister, the dreadful taser designed to make you ride the lightening bolt as fifty thousand volts thrust their way through your ravaged limp body and into the good earth after they’ve decided that you are an awkward twat and you might be capable of displaying defiance and shouting ‘fuck off. I’ve had enough’. And it that’s not enough, after you’ve been beaten with an array of batons, gassed, electrocuted and handcuffed, in case you spit or wriggle about in the back of the van, they wrap you up in a ‘wrap blanket’, pop an anti phlegm mask on your confused cranium and remove you from society because you are a twat who simply wanted to chat, have a giggle and make your way home to face the horrors of being married to a woman who, when she glares at you and threatens you with her frying pan, you want to crawl into a corner, get into the foetal position and pray for an early death.
And the new generation of recruits all seem much the same. They all want to be stars in their very own movie of life in the eye of a blue light chase that’ll give them the chance to shine and display an ability to use the kit that’s completely responsible for their lower back disc pain and the debilitating sciatica that can only be erased from their minds when they’re given the opportunity to beat you senseless or better still, gas and subject you to electrocution. Talk to people, it’s easy. It’s simple and it’s perfectly natural!
Nowadays, once or twice a year they’ll pop on some pink lipstick, shake hands with a homeless street beggar before burning his cardboard box into ashes, wear some high heels, dance to an LBGT anthem and then revert back to their nature and character, a collection of odd individuals who were once bullied at school.
Give me a thief taker. Give me a tall intimidating bastard blessed with simple common sense who lives in my community, cares about my community and ain’t interested in subjecting me to a society riddled with hurdles and pitfalls designed to buggar up all our young people who’ll be very fortunate to reach middle age and not have their DNA and fingerprints stored on a database at New Scotland Yard.

Bobby47

Jul 8, 2018

A crime suspect is chased through Wallasey by the police. What happened next…? And do we have our priorities right……..??

The Police Service throughout Britain has become a haven for skivers. Worse, it’s lead by incompetent bungling idiots who’ve never walked in the shoes of those on the front line and are so detached from reality they’ve no real understanding that people, normal salt of the earth people want to support them but cannot any longer see the point in bothering to understand why they can deploy dozens of officers to chase a young kid but can’t be arsed to attend a burglary.
The answer of course to halt their slide toward even faster distant policing is to be bloody awkward and not comply with their telephone recording of the incident or crime you wish to report to them.
To fuck it all up, you simply phone them, tell them who you are, tell them what you are reporting, give them your name, address and phone number and tell them that you’ll provide all the other stuff for their computer generated incident when an officer can be arsed to pop round.
Believe me, this does fuck it all up because while you’ve been wailing and moaning telling them that some twat has tippy toed into your house and stolen your bestest sunday Tea Service, they’ve begun a record and those ‘fields’ have to be completed before they can close it up and then tell you to detect it yourself.and piss off. It works because I’ve done it.
Me best has been when I reported me bloody shed being burgled. They wouldn’t attend. Nobody available. I lied and told then there were two fella’s in me shed. Still wouldn’t attend. Nobody available.
So, I,put the phone down, gave it a couple of minutes, phoned the Police back and told them, ‘I’m the fella who’s just phoned you about me shed’. They said, ‘we can’t attend were to busy’. I said, ‘I understand. Don’t worry yourselves. I’ve sorted it out. I’ve just shot them’ and then I put the phone down.
Within a few minutes me house was surrounded by them. Uniform, dog handlers, the sound of a helicopter and shouts of ‘come outside straight away’. After searching me shed for two shot bodies they quickly realised that I was a twat. After advising me about wasting their time and lying to them they reluctantly agreed that they’d also lied by telling me they were to busy and nobody was available to sort me shed out.
Problem is, the Police nowadays are only interested in the interesting stuff and creating their own street theatre. The reality is crime, the sort of crime most of us encounter isn’t very interesting. It’s boring as fuck and they don’t want to bother with it. And it’s this reason that this young child was chased around the Town probably for an aggravated offence of scrumping.

Bobby47

Jun 17, 2018

Reading Council latest. The emergency safeguarding situation. Here’s some “Private Eye” cuttings.

In relation to Bill, I’ve said it before and for the sake of nauseating repetition I’ll say it again. Nothing, but nothing will ever stop Bill cleaning up at the public service roulette table. The mans a fucking genius. I don’t know how he does it.
I’d go as far as to say that Bill could one day get back aboard the gravy train and then even if the Tea Lady delivered him his morning cuppa which wasn’t to his liking and he jumped up out of his chair screaming, ‘you rotten old hag. I said one sugar’, and then proceeded to throttle the life out of the poor woman killing her stone dead in his office in front of witnesses who all filmed the dreadful event, still he’d slide out of the net with a big juicy lump sum gagging payment.
Further to that, he could drag the lifeless corpse down the stairs, acquire a spade and bury his victim beneath his parking space that reads, ‘Bill Only’ and despite the numerous calls to the local Constabulary saying, ‘Bill killed the Tea Lady’, nothing but nothing would be done to ever explain why this poor woman was murdered by Bill, in Bills Office for what appeared to be an irrational reaction for a bad cup of tea.
The mans a money making fucking genius and I’ve no idea how he does it!

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