Council Cunts
Stallion Explosion writes "I was in a record shop in Melbourne, flicking through the vinyl, when I found a record entitled 'Hackney Council Are A Bunch Of Cunts'"
We agree.
Have you been trapped in the relentless petty minded bureaucracy of your local council?
Why does it require 3 forms of ID to get a parking permit when the car in question is busy receiving a parking ticket right outside the parking office?
Or do you work for Hackney Council?
( , Thu 26 Jul 2007, 10:51)
Stallion Explosion writes "I was in a record shop in Melbourne, flicking through the vinyl, when I found a record entitled 'Hackney Council Are A Bunch Of Cunts'"
We agree.
Have you been trapped in the relentless petty minded bureaucracy of your local council?
Why does it require 3 forms of ID to get a parking permit when the car in question is busy receiving a parking ticket right outside the parking office?
Or do you work for Hackney Council?
( , Thu 26 Jul 2007, 10:51)
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FIRE!!
posting this on behalf of the wife who is too lazy to get her own username.
many moons back, before we met she was at uni in london and lived on Commercial Road in the East End, a few doors up from the fire station.
So one day as she is walking along to the tube she turns down Adler Street to see a motorbike in huge flames. As it is very early saturday morning there are not too many people about so she runs round the fire station, in through the doors which are open and tells the first fireman she sees about the motorbike.
said fireman then tells her that he can't do anything and she'll have to ring 999 and report it and she must leave the firestation as she's not allowed in there.
so the wife goes outside, pulls out her brick - like mobile (yep, she's that old) and calls 999. 10 minutes later 3 fire engines pull up and out jumps the chap she spoke to in the station and they put out the fire, jump back in the engines and drive 10yards round the corner back to the station.
complete lunacy!
length/girth?
chance would be a fine thing now she's up the duff i'm getting none.
( , Thu 26 Jul 2007, 20:58, Reply)
posting this on behalf of the wife who is too lazy to get her own username.
many moons back, before we met she was at uni in london and lived on Commercial Road in the East End, a few doors up from the fire station.
So one day as she is walking along to the tube she turns down Adler Street to see a motorbike in huge flames. As it is very early saturday morning there are not too many people about so she runs round the fire station, in through the doors which are open and tells the first fireman she sees about the motorbike.
said fireman then tells her that he can't do anything and she'll have to ring 999 and report it and she must leave the firestation as she's not allowed in there.
so the wife goes outside, pulls out her brick - like mobile (yep, she's that old) and calls 999. 10 minutes later 3 fire engines pull up and out jumps the chap she spoke to in the station and they put out the fire, jump back in the engines and drive 10yards round the corner back to the station.
complete lunacy!
length/girth?
chance would be a fine thing now she's up the duff i'm getting none.
( , Thu 26 Jul 2007, 20:58, Reply)
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