The School Run

and the excessive use of taxis is a cunt.

Having voluntarily removed myself from the workforce and trying, wherever possible, to avoid engaging with our totalitarian state, I have had time to reflect on many topics.

Front and centre today was the irritating hypocrisy of the school run.

I live on such a route and so for an hour either side of arrival and chucking out time the road becomes impassable.

Of particular note is the endless procession of taxis delivering their precious cargo to these hallowed educational establishments.

I find this troubling because when I was employed and told that I was working on projects of national security, I couldn’t get a taxi for love-nor-money to drop me at the airport a mere 15 minutes away.

Despite trying to book weeks in advance the reply was always the same “sorry mate that’s too late. I’m on the school run…”

Anyway, despite my efforts to decouple I’ll be paying income tax for quite a while longer so my question is this:

Why is it that I was unable to get a taxi when needed, but there’s no limit to those available to ferry the spawn of the fat, pajamas wearing chavs who seem incapable of getting their pasty faced, retarded spawn to school?

They’re all a bunch of cunts and I’m fed up of paying for everyone’s else’s lifestyle choices.

Incapable of supporting your kids? Well give them up, get sterilized and fuck off!!!

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Nominated by A Cunt for all seasons, Link and seconded by Lord Cuntingford.

I would like to second this nomination. The amount of money that councils have to spend on sending kids to school in taxis is obscene. Getting a diagnosis for ADHD is the key to this – once diagnosed, you can get a cab to school, paid for by some other cunt (like me). I know someone who used to do it – and perhaps unsurprisingly stopped doing it when accused of being a racist by an uppity 14 year old silvery moon.

56 thoughts on “The School Run

  1. Fortunately never had this problem. My entire schooling days were a cock stride from home. The Infants & Juniors in one building that ran parallel to my street and the Seniors were even closer across the road in my street. No excuses for being late. Lunch times were 90 minutes in my day and that meant a leisurely return home.

  2. Back in the 70’s everyone walked to school.

    Nobody would have used a car,as most families either didn’t own one or the man of the house had already gone to work in it.

    It’s also likely that if some lazy cunt had gone into the DSS with their sprog wanting money for taxis to school the parent would’ve been told to Fuck Off and the child put in a children’s home for its own safety.

    Britain has gone soft..

    Plus it’s rammed full of lying paki scroungers.

    Oven.

    Good morning.

  3. It’s all free, free school meals, free breakfast clubs, free taxi to school, free benefits, free housing, free council tax, free food.

    Work! What the fuck is that, well yes I would like to work but I would loose all my benefits.

    And the government bang on about child poverty ‘Victorian era levels of poverty’, they are having a fucking laugh.

  4. Not being aware of this problem at first, I now make sure not to go shopping at such times, due to me wanting a taxi to bring me back, besides avoiding the brats kicking up a fuss in the supermarket after being cooped up in class.

  5. There’s a long road near us, that leads to the town centre of Whitefield and the big local Morrisons where me and the Mrs go.

    Thing is, there are two primary schools on either side of that road. On one side is St Michaels RC School.And the other side has Ribble Drive School, which is the name of the actual road/street.

    The Ribble Drive lot are mainly chavs. Skanks dropping off their klds with the mums still in their pyjamas. Bloody scum, my mum would have rather died than go out of the house like that. And they wonder why kids turn out like cunts these days…

    The St Mikes mob though are yummy mummys in 4X4s. MILFs in tight jeans and miles better than those ‘real housewives’ and WAGs we have on the telly. There was one this week and she was proper 80s/90s bunny mag material. Straight up (and it was for me)..😉

    And, on the top of that, the 95 and 97 double decker buses to Bury and Manchester go down that road and all. That road can be a nightmare at a certain time of day.

    • I worked freelance covering the 95 and 97 a while ago when the Manc bus strikes were on for ages, yellow markings for schools mean nothing and the entire area blocks up morning and afternoon, but especially morning.

      On the plus side though, I did twat one of the few who walked home, side step off pavement straight into road and twatted by my bus, fortunately I was expecting it so was just enough to send him flying and down, his mates were all pissing themselves nearly as much as me.

  6. Never mind the taxis, the number of parents who ferry their kids to and from school is also a right pain in the arse.

    My daughter used to live on one of the roads bordering the Infants/Juniors the Lass attended. They think nothing of parking on both sides of the narrow road, even on the pavement and across driveways.

    One cheeky cunt even pulled her urban tractor onto Elders drive (she’d gone to work) but I was at the house getting the Lass ready for school, so I went and had words!

    I wouldn’t mind, but most lived within easy walking distance.

  7. My son’s schooldays were from September 1970 to July 1986. In his very early years my neighbour and their son walked to school together in the mornings, with the other lad’s mum, and most afternoons I returned the procedure as I left work at 3, and, like me, school was not very far from home (my job was round the corner literally). After he got to about 8 he always went alone or with mates . The school(s) were about a ten minute walk from home. These days people insist on sending their children to “better” schools or because they like the colour of the uniform better, often miles away.

    I think we all know that state schools are much of a muchness, what you gain on the roundabouts you lose on the swings, but there is now more choice and more snobbery. For those children unfortunate enough to live a distance from schools, local councils provided buses, but now in London anyway, they have to rely on ordinary in-service buses. This is something I think schools could do something about, but why people encourage their children to get in a car for a three minute journey I can’t imagine. I have such a neighbour myself and he is daft enough to take them three or four streets away morning and afternoon. At least there will be no school runs for another five weeks. Of course, when I was a kid I walked to school and never thought anything of it.

  8. where I live we have two kids that are bussed to school on medical transport, which I am sorry to say is rather pointless and only provides respite for there non working parents, but back to the subject.
    There is a large minority that seem to count for the majority of sex offences against young people in this country, their main 3 professions are retail, catering and taxi driving.
    I through work have to positively ID people as part of my Job and was surprised when a taxi driver produced a nonce card, a nonce card is a police ID issued proving that you are not on a certain register.
    I wonder how many of those running the route actually have this crucial card?
    Then how many of these parents have thought of this? should I have ever have had off spring, joining the cubs/scouts or the local choir would certainly been off the books, let alone sticking them in a cab where they may be offered a school or my place for fun option!

  9. On a job in Exeter one morning I was behind a 4×4, the driver of which seemed a bit indecisive, too slow, indicating then cancelling and continuing on, slowing to look around and oblivious the the talkback she was causing. We came to a set of traffic lights which turned red and she stopped on the line, got out, got her kids out of the back, locked her car and went off, leaving it on the road and blocking the junction.
    Another time, one had her doors open traffic side blocking the traffic while strapping her kids in, she took her time about it too.
    Most can’t drive, park badly where they please and think they hold some moral advantage.
    I always check google maps says lite view before a job now, anywhere near a school and its after nine or before three.

  10. The mard little fat cunts.

    No point them being born with legs.
    They don’t use them.

    As a kid i wouldnt be seen dead being drove to school.
    Whod they think they are?
    Princess Anne?!

    ,

    For any modern parents reading this ::
    Its they reason little Keanu looks like John Candy and will die of a heart attack aged 28.

  11. No wonder all the bleddy kids are obese nowadays.
    Same with placing “mother and child” parking spaces right in front of the entrance to the supermarket instead of the furthest away.

    • They should provide troughs in schools so kids can eat their free breakfast with other kids.

      Dinner lady Doreen could empty a bucket of swill enhanced with chicken nuggets in,
      And the little pot bellied pigs of infants school could eat together,
      Squealing and oinking away.

      Then hose them clean.

      Glad none of my kids were fat.
      Something deeply unlovable about a 6yr old with a double chin.

  12. I dated a bird a few years ago who lived in a village in Kent. And it was cheaper for her to drive her lad to and from school which was 6 miles each way. The school coaches run by the council wanted something like £300 per school year!!!

    Anyway we have a road in Crewe called Dane Bank Avenue. Just over half mile long. Its residential with 3 schools. Of course from 1430 in the week term time it becomes a car park. Parents jostling for a space on both sides of the road. Both sides of the road have a cycle lane which of course disappears under a load of cars. Bet there would be uproar if a kid got knocked off with the usual outcry of not enough done by Cheshire East Council to keep kids safe!!!

  13. I understand that children who truant or are at risk of truanting are also provided with taxis to (and from?) school at tap payers’ expense.
    Not forgetting, of course, all the taxis, etc. which can be seen mornings and afternoons at many hotels housing Asylum Seekers conveying the children of the Gimmegrants to/from school.
    Oh how I love being taken for a bloody mug in my own Cuntry…

    • Indeed Mr Cumber.

      Apparently those with other people’s money to spend throw it furthest and hardest in the most “deprived” areas..

      It never,ever occurs to them as to why the area is deprived in the first place.

      It’s my experience that those very same areas are those that housed normal working people up to the 80s then became filled with appalling third world garbage…which turned them into slums.

      Always the most money to the least deserving…as the poor English people found out as they became surrounded by every dreadful variety of sand wõg.

      Fuck them.

  14. We always walked to and from primary and big schools in the mid 70s to late 80s, much fun was had on the way in the later years, learning to smoke, fingering and titting up birds, we always thought that the ones who had lifts were right posh cunts. Never did me anyharm through rain snow gales, ooarrr we never had it so good.

  15. Kids should hitchhike to school and back.
    Meet other people and sharpen their social skills.

    Yoy know what They say about strangers dont you?

    Thats right.
    Strangers have the nicest sweets

  16. I imagine in our shithole cities kids getting to and from school without being stabbed or shot or otherwise enriched is like the plot from 1979 thriller The Warriors.

    • Surprised any kids live past 12yrs old in that London.

      Nowadays youve got to be a member of the Bermondsey Bloods or Westminster Crips not to get stabbed to fuckin death.

      London used to be full of Hooray Henry and sloane rangers,
      Goofy cunts with floppy hair who said “yah” instead of yes.

      Hugh Grant types.
      Nowadays theyre more Eddy Grant.

  17. I lived right near our infants and junior school
    Out the back garden down a entry and i was there.

    You could hear the Boys Brigade band practicing in the assembly hall from our kitchen.

    And sometimes smell the school meals cooking ❤️

    Never had a bad school dinner me.
    NEVER.
    Every one a culinary delight.

    People who say otherwise tend to be spoilt little bastards and have mental health issues.

    Wasnt free though.
    You had free school meals back then your dad had probably been made redundant or your parents just didnt love you enough to feed you.

    And youd be a social pariah 😁
    Poor.
    A Ethiopian.

  18. I of course was deeply loved by both my parents and the dinner ladies.

    My cheeky smile, impeccable manners and sheer charisma won them over.

    Hello Doris like your new hairdo, thought it was Farrah Fawcett behind the serving hatch. 😎

    • As equally as myself? nowadays, would be seen as some wild form of discrimination, but for ” some reason” I prererred the company of the “dinner lady” towsrds thd end of my luncheon breaks at school.
      Got to eat all the overboiled leftover peas (3/4 to 1lb) and tatties, some, daily, done me no harm. Grew up to be an ovety well fed me., with eye opening benefits.

      Some might call it sxual abuse, I say I learned a LOT in my early afternoon pea eating sessions.

      Never left a pea, or knife or fork or spoon unpolished! but then, and still is, a school roll of about 20, So guess its OK bit equal rights when its time to stand up

  19. Fucking parents and their fucking kids need to fuck off.

    Fucking bastard scum kids and their fucking bastard scum parents are parasites. The constant bending by society to accommodate bloody kids is nauseating as is the entitlement mentality of their shit-for-brains parents.

    One reason this infestation is so fucking fat and lazy is the school bus. I have seen those big yellow Yank school buses stop outside one kid’s house, drop the bastard off, then drive 20 feet, stop again to let the next kid off outside their house. And so on. Here’s an idea, drop all the little shits off at the end of the street and make the cunts walk to their homes.

    At junior school (mid to late 70s), I used to walk about 4 miles to school each day, an 8 mile round trip (obviously). When I got home, I’d be out racing around on my bike (green Raleigh Chopper Sport GT) until dusk with my mates.

    https://www.worthpoint.com/worthopedia/raleigh-chopper-sprint-gt-now-mint-238817512

    Was I a burden on society? Well, my mum used to give me the child’s family allowance as pocket money, so I suppose I was. Still, both parents worked so paid enough taxes to cover it I’m sure.

    Kids: Consumers of everything, producers of nothing. Exterminate!!!!

    • Aye up IY, you winning?

      Raleigh Chopper❤️❤️

      Mine was banana yellow and 2nd hand from next doors older son.
      God i loved that bike.

      Epitomised everything good about the 70s for me.

      In the US Schwinn had the Sting ray which i suspect was the idea behind the Chopper,
      Schwinn made fine bicycles i have to admit.

      I saw a Chopper at a customers house,
      I was shocked how little it looked!!!
      I remembered hardly been able to reach the pedals.

      • Hey Mis –

        Well, it’s Friday so I only have to tolerate the work cunts for a few more hours (it’s almost midday here), then it’s margarita time.

        Choppers were ace, weren’t they? I liked the red ones with the high handlebars, but my green sporty handlebar model was different so I loved it more. Makes me sad to think it’s probably been in a landfill for 40 years or more. After I started driving I think my mum gave it to a friend of hers for her kid(s). So maybe it’s been handed down some more and is still ripping it up somewhere in the South East of England.

        A school friend at the time had a Raleigh Tomahawk. I can’t remember the colour now, but no matter. The important thing was it wasn’t a Chopper and thus it was gay and we all took the piss. Like you do.

        Have a great weekend my Northern friend.

      • You must have been well off to have a chopper, my bike was a butcher’s bike with the basket holder cut off.

        Rod operated brakes, weighed a fucking ton. Had thighs like a weigh lifter…🏋️

    • What I’d like to have seen, IY, is these Humpty Dumpty kids thrown from the school buses similar to the way the yanks deliver their newspapers. The fat little cunts would soon volunteer to walk there and back to school.

      • LOL – that’s awesome Sammy. Loved the image.

        Humpty Dumpty kids. Hahaha.

        I’m sure everyone’s noticed this….1 or 2 fat parents waddling down the road and what’s behind them? Yep, a brood of fat kids waddling along too. You never see grossly overweight parents with properly proportioned kids. Or vice versa.

        If parents want to gorge themselves on McDonalds, KFC and full sugar soft drinks, that’s their choice. But to inflict that lifestyle on children seems cruel and close to child abuse. As much as I loathe kids, I do sometimes feel sorry for the fat ones who are being made that way by their fat, ignorant, lazy cunt parents.

  20. The school run here is usually hoards of kids riding those fucking electric scooters.

    Just at the time when there is a lot of traffic on the road with people getting to work.

    Kids that have a long way to go have busses laid on by the councils.

    • Afternoon, LL. Hope you’re well.

      I call you right on this. Shit like this at that age is programming a level of expectation that’s unhealthy in the little sods.

      Back to my Yank school bus moan. When those fucking things stop to let the little bastards off, traffic behind the bus (and traffic on the other side of the road if there is no median) has to stop as well. The little shits are getting off the bus pavement side, so what’s the fucking problem?

      But…but…but little Johnny might want to cross the street and cars passing the bus would be dangerous.

      OK kids, so life lesson here then is – when you’re about the whole world stops to accommodate you. Yeah, wait to see how that works out in adult life. If some of the thick, slow, absent minded or careless cunts got mowed down by a passing truck, there are huge benefits to society. Fewer kids = fewer schools and fewer teachers = tax savings. Reducing the numbers of thick, slow, absent minded or careless cunts = higher quality adults in later life.

      I’ll go one further. Add an element of danger, problem solving and high intensity exercise (i.e. running, dodging, using cover and so on) by employing snipers at school bus stops. Let’s see who can make it home and who can’t.

      The cost of each school place saved could be split 50/50 with the snipers. The scheme effectively pays for itself. It’s a win-win.

  21. Can anyone answer this question? Why the fuck the un yummy mummies have to use the rear passenger door reducing the road width even more, then reducing it still fucking further with huge arses in the road. Orbiting satellites are available as an optional extra.

    I wouldn’t mind if it looked nice I at least you could at least have a lech on the arse. No such luck around here.

    Don’t get me started on parking both sides of the road and on road junctions.

    • Off topic

      Announcement on tv that prncess Annes son Peter Phillips is getting married.

      You seen him?
      Hes grotesque!!

      Like a living Spitting image puppet.
      Hes not allowed near farms in case he causes livestock to miscarry.

      Thought that the royals had stopped inbreeding?

      His mirror screams.
      When licking a envelope it struggles.

      One repulsive looking motherfucker.

  22. When I started school in1956 just short of my fifth birthday my mother took me there, on foot, to show me the way. I walked home alone that afternoon, about half a mile. I took myself to school for the rest of my time at school. Our kids were born in ’87 and ’90 and their childhood experience was utterly different from ours. They both started nursery before their first birthday (at our expense of course) and obviously we took them there and back by car. That set a precedent. They were taken to school by car for the rest of their school careers. Had we even hinted they should get there under their own steam I’m sure they would have reported us to childline.

  23. My mam used to send me the shops before school.
    For fags, and id get to keep any change for sweets👍

    I liked to do it.

    Only time it went wrong was when I got mithered once of Chinaman Joe.
    He was the local pee doh.
    Wasnt chinese.
    Just sort of looked it a bit.

    But he was deaf and dumb,
    And made that weird noise they make like Frankensteins monster.

    Scary as fuck when your 8.

    He didnt get to fiddle with me,
    I ran like a fuckin hare over the playing fields and got rescued by two workmen in a van.

    Being a kid i kept hold of my mams cigarettes.
    If Joe had bummed and strangled me my little corpse would still have a packet of 20 Benson and Hedges clutched tightly in my little hand.

    • Ah the good old days when the local sex pest was born within earshot of his fiddling and not some foreign type from the nearest migrant hotel.

      • He was the bogeyman to us kids in the mid 70s LL.

        Like Freddy Krueger or Jason Voorhees or summat.

        Chinaman Joe will git you.
        He has a big chopper knife and hacks up little kids. 😮😯

        An he cant talk, just groans.
        At 7 i was fuckin terrfied of him.

        By 12 wed brick him. 😂
        The dodgy cunt

    • Same, Ice cream van fags, generally on tick. and was also me who took the 200 cartons or regal king size van, not without making some accumulations on way, set me up for life did his philosophy! Not my dad forced to work with step dad dry stane drking back when dykes were happier and less stubborn things.

      As I see it, borderline child abuse But I had fun on quads and got £10 cash at end of each day as a 7 to 15 year old ((pay never went up!)) so besodes raking it in having 2 paper rounds i b morning mon-sat plus 4 quid bonus for doing 2 before school, £30 a week as 10-15 year old (getting litres of vlavidar at cost price from shop atr £5.50 deducted from pay n selling it at local ice rink….. Thems were the days!

      • Bad English!! Which, apologies, is exactly what you need when dealing with questions.
        Stazi ,* insurianze? ….

        new romaplod. Insuarance sir? I’m lilely to believe you have heard of it and upin your third next occasion you’ll.ne asked if you have cover from “insert some site here.ro” rather than actual valid whatever.

        Me, Iive in the last bastion of Scottishness, sheed n deer dont have insurance and besides tourists, you aint likely to hit anything else!

  24. The school run in my day was 5 miles cross country, finishing with a cold shower and 6 of the best for anyone perceived by the PE master to have been slacking.

    Happy days.

  25. O/T,

    https://youtu.be/Z3jniNK_tuU?si=1was6lRvxXeBYQp_

    https://youtu.be/77K-YKgmd3Y?si=ahJNYG8b1TvjqxQr

    A once great place to live, totally fucked up by politicians/ civil service/ royalty/ globalization..

    Only civil unrest and violent action to restore what once was is the answer..

    Unfortunately, the rich and powerful won’t help. They sit by, watch the great unwashed do the graft as in war.

    Then start the whole fucking rip off process again..

    The answer is what..?

  26. When I was at school, anyone getting dropped off by mummy would be kicked to fuck at break time, for being a pansy.

    We used to walk, in all weathers. Snow ? No problem, the school never got shut.

    It’s no wonder so many women have fat arses, now. They drive everywhere, driving their brats here, there and every fucking where.

    Good morning 🌞👍

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