Soldato
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Am I the only one who thinks that Simon Fanshawe is a ridiculously out of touch idiot?
While in the past, gentlemen may have responded to a snowball knocking their hats off with a comical shaking of the fist, that would have been the end of it.
Instead, today a response results in a ridiculous bombardment by socially retarded idiot children/teenagers who simply don't know when enough is enough.
"Etiquette changes depending on where you are and who you are with."
Oh...right, so it's fine to act like a thug as long as you are surrounded by thugs. I never thought of it like that.
Part of the reason I ask this is that, for the last two weeks, my wife (mainly, as I'm at work during the day/early evening), has had to put up with the local scrotes wailing snow/ice-balls at our windows, front door, and her own head repeatedly on a daily basis.
In fact, we spent our Christmas dinner to the magnificent soundtrack of snowballs threatening to implode our windows and the dog barking incessantly - despite me opening the door to have a word with said miscreants.
The police have been repeatedly informed but don't seem to give two hoots. I just wonder what'll happen if I decide to go out with some kevlar-lined biking gloves and knock seven shades of **** out of the little *******. Don't get me wrong, these aren't 10-year-olds we're talking about. It's just another episode in a more than 3-year long saga that's seeing my patience come to an end.
They don't listen to reason - "one's enough" I told them at Christmas -- of course, that's never enough, because it's not just fun, something that privileged idiots like Fanshawe have never had to endure.
I've been waiting for the opportunity to be out the front with the wife when they decide to throw one at her. You see, they never do it when I'm visible. I know that I could try to play nice, throw one back in jest, but that would just result in the expected bombardment/ton of snow dumped over the head by 10 cackling youths. They just don't understand where to draw the line.
I mean, in all honesty, to have the only strong memory you have of Christmas Day being youths throwing objects at your windows seems pretty ******* abnormal to me. Am I right?
I almost feel like I should put the kevlar gloves on, walk outside, and knock the utter living hell out of the first teenager I see simply so I can get put away, lose this terrible hell-hole of a house (not a bad thing to me), and have the time to write a book about the complete failure of the British judicial system in protecting decent people like ourselves from this kind of treatment. More than three years of this. It's really wearing on my mind.
Am I the only one who thinks that Simon Fanshawe is a ridiculously out of touch idiot?
While in the past, gentlemen may have responded to a snowball knocking their hats off with a comical shaking of the fist, that would have been the end of it.
Instead, today a response results in a ridiculous bombardment by socially retarded idiot children/teenagers who simply don't know when enough is enough.
"Etiquette changes depending on where you are and who you are with."
Oh...right, so it's fine to act like a thug as long as you are surrounded by thugs. I never thought of it like that.
Part of the reason I ask this is that, for the last two weeks, my wife (mainly, as I'm at work during the day/early evening), has had to put up with the local scrotes wailing snow/ice-balls at our windows, front door, and her own head repeatedly on a daily basis.
In fact, we spent our Christmas dinner to the magnificent soundtrack of snowballs threatening to implode our windows and the dog barking incessantly - despite me opening the door to have a word with said miscreants.
The police have been repeatedly informed but don't seem to give two hoots. I just wonder what'll happen if I decide to go out with some kevlar-lined biking gloves and knock seven shades of **** out of the little *******. Don't get me wrong, these aren't 10-year-olds we're talking about. It's just another episode in a more than 3-year long saga that's seeing my patience come to an end.
They don't listen to reason - "one's enough" I told them at Christmas -- of course, that's never enough, because it's not just fun, something that privileged idiots like Fanshawe have never had to endure.
I've been waiting for the opportunity to be out the front with the wife when they decide to throw one at her. You see, they never do it when I'm visible. I know that I could try to play nice, throw one back in jest, but that would just result in the expected bombardment/ton of snow dumped over the head by 10 cackling youths. They just don't understand where to draw the line.
I mean, in all honesty, to have the only strong memory you have of Christmas Day being youths throwing objects at your windows seems pretty ******* abnormal to me. Am I right?
I almost feel like I should put the kevlar gloves on, walk outside, and knock the utter living hell out of the first teenager I see simply so I can get put away, lose this terrible hell-hole of a house (not a bad thing to me), and have the time to write a book about the complete failure of the British judicial system in protecting decent people like ourselves from this kind of treatment. More than three years of this. It's really wearing on my mind.
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We had a laugh, it was good fun.
