Calm enough to post now.
Just to expand a little.

A nice man bought the wasteland behind our house. He built a lovely 4 bedroom detached house and partially landscaped the garden. It was a substantial improvement. He was away on business quite often and his wife decided she didn’t like having neighbours who never spoke to her. Of course we didn’t. She had 8 foot fences and a solid 6 foot gate outside of which she rarely ventured.

Eventually he gave in and sold the place. To the Autistic Society. And that’s when it started. My wife is no nimby but wasn’t looking forward to the place being full of noisy hooting mongs. I was a little more positive and told her to wait and see. I was wrong.

There are 4 fairly low function autists living there now. Gargles With Cats so named due to his idiosyncratic method of communication. That is exactly what he sounds like. We then have screaming Bob who does just that. Jettison boy throws everything he can get his hands on into our back garden, regardless of whether anyone is in the garden. he also rips his books into confetti and throws them from his bedroom window. The last one is Droolian. He’s fine.

The icing on the biscuit was when the staff apologised after the latest sleepless night. Apparently the place was supposed to be filled with high functioning autisitic adults who simply needed help with everyday living but could hold down jobs. Real care in the community of which I approve totally. However as no other property was available it was filled with the kids they wanted out of their larger home as they were too disruptive.

Anyhow, revenge? Come summer I am going to buy a couple of kilos of imported blue sweeties and chuck them over the fence for the kids enjoyment. Tartrazine for the win.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:30, 3 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Porky, you bastard. "hooting mongs"
I'm in a meeting at the moment, and I have just produced a tea geyser, and had to explain that I just coughed.
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:34, Reply)

My work here is done.

(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:39, Reply)

Haha!

( girlinthehole, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:35, Reply)

'the icing on the biscuit', eh?
Remember - 'don't put all your chickens in one basket before you come to them'.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:35, Reply)

I was thinking of a B3ta approved activity tbh.

(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:38, Reply)

Ah, takes me back to Eton.....

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:41, Reply)

Eton?
Good Lord. Dotheboys or Jedburgh not good enough?
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:42, Reply)

'Fraid not, old stick.
Pater simply insisted.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:49, Reply)

Damn tradition. Damn. It. All. To. Hell.

(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:52, Reply)

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:56, Reply)

Gosh you are a posh one aren't you.

( girlinthehole, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:53, Reply)

More so than I let on.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:58, Reply)

I once had a KFC (yes, I know!) in the US
which came with 'biscuits'.

Said items turned out to be a bit like savoury scones. As an accompaniment to fried chicken. WTF?

/tangent

At least they didn't have icing on.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:40, Reply)

Sgones or scoanes?

(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:41, Reply)

Scone
rhymes with gone, when it's a foodstuff.

And it rhymes with moon when it's a town.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:44, Reply)

This is 100% correct, in every way
*steals stone*
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:45, Reply)

Oi, bring that back, you southern thief!
Mind you, we could always dig the real one out of its hiding place...
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:46, Reply)

So when does it rhyme with moan?

( Peej, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 10:20, Reply)

The former. The latter is nasty lower-middle-class 'Hyacinth Bucket' pikiness.
Goes with crocheted lavatory paper covers and The Daily Express.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:44, Reply)

And light pulls in amusing novelty shapes.

(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:46, Reply)

www.b3ta.com/board/10014263
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:52, Reply)

Were they made from chicken lips?

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:43, Reply)

I believe
they may have had hen's teeth in them.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Wed 21 Apr 2010, 9:44, Reply)