Most of the unskilled Euro and third world enrichment influx around my way seem to converse at a speech volume that resembles your average Tourettes sufferer walking around Sainsbury’s.
It seems that the education systems that mould these people never saw fit in their 10 years of educating them to teach some basic standards of behaviour, namely manners and vocal control. I learnt not to shout as soon as I could talk. Many non-UK nationals have still not learnt this as adults!
So, rather than talking at a polite and civilised volume, these cultural enrichers seem to converse by shouting, even when feet apart from the person they’re talking to.
I have a foreign crew near me and they literally shout when they’re talking to such a degree that it sounds like a fight or heated auction bid up over some camels every time they open their mouths. It’s like living next to the crazy frog with a megaphone strapped to it’s mouth with all the: ‘Da ding da da ding ding, da ding ding, da, da diiing ding’ etc..
Yet I shouldn’t think they even know the sound of my voice as I speak at UK DB levels and can’t be heard past five feet away. Cunts!
I could invest in earplugs, but I’d rather the Gov invested in controlling unskilled immigration to the UK. How many more doctors and surgeons do we need manning car washes and selling cars? Thirteen more arrived on a dinghy yesterday. Thank Christ for that though, as my car’s filthy and the doctors surgery is always fully booked.
Nominated by Cuntry Cunt



