are cunts and vermin.
Was in Manchester City Centre today with Mrs Norman.
We rarely venture into the town centre these days, as it is now a shithole.
And, one of the main reasons it is such a dump, is because of the druggie and alky shite who now infest it. Now more than ever.
We encountered one such revolting specimen today. The classic textbook spicehead druggie twat.. Skinny as fuck, crappy fake leather jacket, face like Gollum from Lord of the Rings. You know the type.
Anyway, this shitehawk was walking behind me and the Mrs, with all this ingratiating and clearly fake ‘Mate’ and ‘Alright my mate’. After a bit, I turned round and said ‘What do you want?’
The piece of scum says ‘Can you give us 25p?’ So I said ‘No’.
The smack head then has the nerve to ask ‘Why?’
‘What do mean why? Why should I? Besides, you can’t get anything for 25p.’ I also added ‘I know the trick anyway. You’ll up it to a pound and then two pound, then five with a sob story. And, don’t even talk to my wife. Don’t even look at her. On your way.’
Gollum fucked off across the road. well out of my way. Then he started shouting…’Fuck off! Fuck off, yer fucking cunt! Fuck off!’ Funny, how they go from ‘friendly ‘ to aggressive and abusive within a second of not getting what they want.
Now, because I was with the wife, I simply fired some cleverer replies back at the parasite…
‘You fuck off! You’re better off dead, and I wish you were. Where did you get that shit jacket? Off a dead body? Can’t be your dad’s though. You don’t have one.’
The scum skulked off gobbing off. But people shouldn’t have to put up with shite like him. And, had I not been with the wife, I still think – in my condition and at my age – I’d have jumped the fucker and turned his nose to raspberry jam. I must admit, I was sorely tempted.
No link, but just go to Manchester City Centre to see such scum. Cull badgers and foxes? It’s these cunts who should be purged. Kill ’em all.
Nominated by Norman
In one particular car park in my local town, there’s always one of these bastards loitering next to the pay machine. One asked for some change a couple of months back and I took pleasure in denying him.
“Have a great night!” the cunt said, trying to make me feel guilty.
“You’re wasting your time with that line,” I told him. “I couldn’t give a fuck if you die of hypothermia.”
He could tell that I really, really meant it.
Hopefully he is indeed dead by now.
Being utterly hard-hearted is great!
A very good morning to one and all.
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Skinny, face like gollum. I think you just met Rory Stewart, Norman.
Anyway manchester is marvellous, or that’s what every leftie retàrd is spewing out, after hearing what jimmy Radcliffe had to say..
It was an uninhabitable bog land, until brown and black turned up and made it the utopia is now is..
It’s so wonderful it’s mayor, turned down becoming prime minister to stay on.
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Bring back the good old British gluesniffer i say.
25p? Bit specific, he should up his prices.
Ask for a quid.
Id of said id give him the 25p in exchange for his shoes.
If hes desperate for 25p prove it by walking round the town in his grubby socks.
I never give to beggars.
Tramp “got any change mate?”
MNC “yes thanks”.
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‘Have you got some spare change for a cup of tea?’
‘You’d like a cup of tea? Come on then, let’s pop along to Greggs and I’ll buy you a cup of tea.’
Off he fucks.
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Chuck them all on the bonfire 🔥🔥🔥
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Being also a Mancunian, Norman, l also have seen that alcoholic face in many of other City Centres I’ve lived since. It looks red and puffy as though it’s been stung by bees, or most likely pummelled by fists. The Swinging Sixties I recall it from.
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Wish computers would stop putting the apostrophe in ITS sometimes.
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You need to switch off the spell check and predictive text Sammy. They’ll make you look like an American
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Sometimes ill have to drop my van in the garage for tyres, MOT, whatever.
I like to walk down the hill looking at the viaduct that Lowry painted,
And get myself a sausage and egg mcMuffin for breakfast.
But you cant sit on a bench and eat it in peace.
Because tramps sit in sleeping bags in most doorways.
“that smells good”
Mnc “what?”
” i said that smells good.
I haven’t eaten in 2days”.
Mnc “good for you. Wish i had your self control.
Keep your figure that way”
” its hard being homeless and hungry”
Mnc ” im envious.
You get to go camping every day”.
” could you spare a pound?”
“sadly not. Only have notes. And id feel guilty if you spent it on food and ballooned up to 7 stone.
Dont want that my conscience.”
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“I like to walk down the hill looking at the viaduct that Lowry painted”
That must’ve been some bucket of paint
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Lol
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Lowry on the good list in my book Mis. He told them repeatedly where to stick their gongs.
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Good nom.
Sadly rinse and repeat for any city, town across the country.
Add to it the colonisers from the boats….
Still never mind. Sukweer is overseas again, talking about the defence of Ukrainian amongst other things. So pleased this country has literally nothing wrong with it.
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The fuckers are organised on our town centre streets. They drag their filthy bedding around according to a fucking rota. The operation is overseen by cunts with mobiles who direct them where to go next. I know this because I have watched the cunts getting their orders. Once they are settled the scumbag in charge fucks off and the ‘homeless’ puts out his hand and starts looking pathetic. Don’t fall for their shit. They will be making a fortune from old ladies and the hopelessly naive.
Of course, the fatsos take fuck all notice of the borderline extortion going on under their fucking noses – too busy thinking about where the next bacon sarnie is coming from or who they can sexually harass.
The Lib Dems wring their hands in the council chamber whenever the state of the town centre comes up for debate. ‘The homeless need our sympathy. We need more facilities to cater for them. It is all the fault of the Tories. Let’s open another hostel and support the church’s outreach work.’ Fucking enablers. The sheriff in ‘Rambo: First Blood’ had the right idea. Put the skids under the fuckers and drive them to the town boundary. Alternatively, just chuck the smelly grifters in the sea.
Good morning, everyone.
Good morning
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Sheriff Will Teasle was spot on.
He knew mumbling muscle head John Rambo was a trouble causer soon as he saw him.
He should of shot the cunt and rolled him into the weeds.
Saved a lot of trouble.
Sheriff also had a great sheepskin coat.
To me he was the hero of the film.
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Rambo killed him in the book.
The cunt deserved it.
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Dont get me started.
Theres a whole group of them in my town centre.
The main carpark for the town is right adjacent to a road where they house the spice merchants in hmo’s.
They sit on the carpark like its a place to be drinking cans and doing drugs all day. You literally pull up in a car and they surround it waiting to beg for change as you get out.
Further up the high street the one time I was using the cash point on the WH Smith (now T Jones or something).
One woman approaches me as I am using the cashpoint.
‘Have you got any spare change’
‘No sorry’ I say.
She then has the fucking gall to say ‘Well you’re at the cashpoint’
At which point I lost my patience and just said ‘Oh alright, is £200 okay?’
Her face actually lit up for a second I think she was genuinely retarded/doped up enough to believe I was going to withdraw her £200.
This was quite quickly followed by a laugh and her getting told to fuck off.
Theres a smaller parade of shops locally where I have my hair cut. Theres a cunt who begs there outside the tesco which is next to the barbers. My barber says he’s seen the guy getting into and driving off in a BMW at the end of the day.
When I was a student I had a fucker approach me in Greenwich with a sob story about he and a mate coming down from Birmingham to look at the paintings in the queens house but his mate had fell put with him and fucked off leaving him stranded in London needing money for a train home (instant red flag for me, being a Brummie myself and noting his completely cockney accent). Besides which, who goes out for a day in London all the way from Birmingham without a dime in their pocket. Anyway 15 minutes later I was sat in Subway having some lunch and saw him popping out the offy opening a can of skol super or super cider or whatever.
Theres loads of them out there – from junkies to con artists. Dont give a single one of the fuckers a penny or a moment of your time. When they approach me now with the ‘excuse me’ i just pretend they are invisible and walk on. I dont even have 5 minutes to waste of my day listening to a cock and bull sorry to then give them a polite no at the end.
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There’s one particular pillock in his usual place in the entrance to the local shopping centre with his tin whistle…he plays the same 4/5 dirges on it whilst half the time falling asleep…I once worked at said centre for about 4 years and this wannabe Ian Anderson 🪈 was caught in the toilets doing the drugs and was told he’s barred…also I caught him parking a decent 250cc bike up at the side of the market and said ‘thats a decent bike mukka’ he blurted out that his uncle bought it for him, so I said he’d have been better buying you an electric 🎸 to liven up your set … qué the “#!*” English language from Mr Anderson 🤣… plenty of miscreants in every locale now and no need to venture into the Burnham pie doe loving metropolis…’innit sorrrrted
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A tip. When one of these lazy cunts is sat next to a cash machine, hand them your receipt.
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They used to(?) get on the evening trains out of London and announce to each carriage that they needed money for a Night Shelter; I used to ask them for the name of it, so I could transfer the money direct to the Shelter. They would look at me as if I was some sort of cnut and keep walking…
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Glad I now live in a quiet little town near the sea that reminds me of how things used to be.
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Just think, the deranged “greens” are having a vote to make all drugs legal.
Whoopee
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I always say to the beggars, British or east European big issue sellers.
Have you got your contactless card reader mate
” no cash”.
Stops them in their tracks..!
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@doc… there’s always one outside tim Hortons coffee gaff a gy-poe who blurts out ‘pleez beeg ishoo’ …I usually say ‘yep you are the issue’ and glide by 👌
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Loads of the cunts nowadays.
Every towncentre has a dosser community sleeping in doorways and bins like fuckin TopCat.
Since the Daily Planet fired Clarke Kent hes hit the spice,
Kips rough in metropolis.
Is it a bird?
Is it a plane?
No! Its Supertramp!
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This is without doubt the biggest town centre CUNT ever in GB…👹
https://www.gbnews.com/politics/sadiq-khan-ramadan-lights-london
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I live in such a posh neighbourhood that the street beggars only accept payment by phone app or bank transfer.
And the minimum remittance is £10.
I can’t say I blame them. Have you seen the price of foie gras these days?
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I had the misfortune to change trains in Wigan a few years ago and had 20 minutes to kill so I thought I would go for a short walk, the first thing I saw on leaving the station was one of these ‘spice guys’ completely comatose just outside the station entrance.
No one batted an eyelid, I did a u turn back into the station, that was Wigan 😂
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@soi….wot no pie 🥧 it’s world famous is Wigan for ‘t pies tha’ knows… the local munters have them for brekky 🤪
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In case any cunters were wondering what ‘spice’ actually is, it’s ultra-strong synthetic cannabis.
Pure organic cannabis, grown for promotion of CBD (the medicinal anti-inflammatory agent) over THC (the psychoactive ‘stoned’ aspect) is a wonderful thing, as long as it’s grown organically and not using filthy chemicals and taken as a tincture or an oil.
Whereas spice is dangerous chınky chemical filth sprayed onto random plant matter and smoked.
It is so strong and so damaging that it utterly binds up the cannabinoid receptors in the users already limited brain, effectively halting motor function and creating the spice ‘zombies’.
It also fucks your telomeres and accelerates cellular aging.
Horrid stuff.
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My only comment on this is how sad it makes me looking at clips on u tube of places I knew. Towns and cities that once had municiple pride reduced to hosting so many who will never change.
I blame the ‘careing society’ which has now made it into a workable life style choice.
There have always been tramps, folk who couldn’t settle, but they had a certain pride. This new breed a just violent rats who will forever be a drain on society.
Roses are red, violets are blue, you hate me and I hate you.
Mornin’ all
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Nail on the head Triton. As I said to my wife we didn’t leave Birmingham, Brum left us.
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Even in sleepy old Salisbury this goes on. In the multi storey car park there is what looks like a camp set up on one of the levels near the exit, picture the scene if you will, trolleys,bedding,rubbish,loud music?, various alcohol containers and god awful miscreants. Doesn’t really make me want to visit again. Why can’t they just reverse the bin lorry up to them, pile them in and straight to landfill via a shredder, horrible vile intimidating cunts who haven’t got fuck all but demand everything. What has happened to my country.
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