The Tatters.
I grew up on a council estate in Hull, down a nice little cul-de-sac. I have many happy memories of playing with the neighbours kids etc.....until The Tatters moved in. They were a *ahem* nomadic family who had finally got a council house and mum just happened to teach one of the kids at the local school. Kid got into trouble at school? Twin and I got beat up. Kid got into trouble at school? Mum got threatened by Tatterdad.
One night, twin and I were coming home from the school disco, and all 6 of the Tatters dogs decided they didn't like us. Twin and I jumped into a 6ft hedge until the nice neighbours heard our screams for help.
Oh boy, the Tatters were not happy about the police presence that night (the dogs bit 2 of the neighbours in their attempts to get us out of the hedge and home safe).

One New Years Eve, when I was about 14, mum had one of her NYE parties and the whole street ('cept the Tatters) came and we ended up doing the conga down the grove. Tatterdad came out and threatened us all with a shotgun in his hand. 2 months later the evil little cunt was sent down for kidnap and rape of a disabled woman (on that New Years Eve).
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Fri 26 Aug 2005, 0:39, Reply)