The Heroic Last Stand of the Brent Travellers

Is a tramps cunt.

These tinker cunts are embroiled in a spat with something called Brent Council over their site,which it appears has become dangerously overcrowded and a fire hazard.

The Chief Gyppo says they will make a Stand and it will take the Army to get them to up sticks and fuck off..

Meanwhile the Clipboard Warriors at the Council have countered with a peace initiative,offering a load of houses to our Travelling Chums,no questions asked.

In the midst of this titanic struggle the Fire Brigade turned up and fitted free smoke alarms in all the caravans,just in case Old Mr Corcoran got pissed and decided to smoke in bed..

Personally speaking it seems to me the best solution to this tumult would be for the Tinkers to invite the Council top brass round for a decisive meeting, during which the RAF could napalm the entire site.

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Nominated by Unkle Terry.

Compulsory Purchase Orders


In 2014, David Cameron (Cunt – NA) gave the go ahead to dual (widen) 13 miles of the A1.

For Felicity and James Hester, Melanie and Julien Wesby-Scott ( don’t hate them because they are double barrelled) and Martin Beal, this meant that their homes would have to be demolished to make way.

The scheme was stalled for years, but in 2024 Rishi (Cunt – NA) gave the go ahead

Here’s the kicker.
Unfortunately, the new Labour Government cancelled the project in October 2024, as they couldn’t allow schemes that were ” not already fully funded” to go ahead, after £68m has already been spent.

WHAT THE HELL?

The Hesters, unable to find a suitable property with room for a paddock, stables, etc. have relocated to Cumbria.
Melanie and Julien moved in 2019, after 10 years and much money modernising their home.
The Beals, whose farmhouse had been a family home since 1904 ( yes, 120 years), have now obtained planning permission to build a new farmhouse, after numerous delays in receiving compensation.

Under the Critchel Down rulings, the people are offered the opportunity to buy the property back, but as they have been empty for years, all have said no thanks.

So, £68m, plus £30k monthly paid for insurance and council tax ( with a premium for an empty property) paid by National Highways, plus £100k for the demolition of the Beals old farmhouse.

Sounds like a bargain.

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Nominated by : Jeezum Priest

Feral Youth

Just finished a job in Stockport, and needed to fuel up the van.
I pulled into a garage on the A6 which is the busy main road through Stockport.

I put the fuel in and go to the entrance.
Its locked.
The paki who works there waves me over to the window hatch to serve me.

Theres 3 lads about 12/13yrs old
Balaclavas on stood nearby like the under 12 branch of the IRA.

MNC ” Aye lads! What the fucks that on your head?”
And i twang ones balaclava.
They all laugh.

The paki serves me through the hatch eyeing the kids.

I get back in the van.

The lads suddenly break into action.
Stealing all of the bags of logs and charcoal outside under the window😂

Sorted for a BBQ👍

But theyre like jackals.
That poor cunt in Leicester,
80yrs old walking his dog
Beat him to death while a 12yr old girl filmed it!!!

Chilling.
They target the vulnerable.

Would i hit a 12/13yr old?
Joking arent you,
Id kick the little cunt into a coma.

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Nominated by Miserable Northern Cunt.

Seconded by: Cuntemall

A seconding for Feral Youths with this pair of killers (Manslaughterers my hole!).

Their now deceased 76 y.o. victim had been bullied nay terrorised for years by any number of bullying vandal youth scum. In the end this lot killed him by burning his house down while he was in it – though you’ll note the bbc left that little detail out of the headline. (”Teenagers jailed over fireworks attack on man”). He spent his last year on this godforsaken planet living behind boarded up windowframes as glass panes were just broken over and over if replaced, by bricks being thrown through them. And according to neighbourhood witnesses if he went out at all, he was constantly harassed in the street by young cunts.

Neighbours, I surmise, kept themselves out of it for fear of bringing the cunts down on THEM in retaliation. Also the deceased may have been a bit odd or something, reading between the lines. So what? Leave him alone in that case.

Paltry sentences for them, of course. They’ll both be out before the next scheduled election, one outrightly so, and the other with ‘good behaviour’.

An insult to the dead man’s existence.

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Incidentally this was not the oldest ones first criminal offence, either, but that got skimmed over/ignored in the court.

Restorative justice

This is when some cunt has done summat, which on the scale of criminal activity barely registers on the policing naughty scale.
Anyway, a few weeks ago, my neighbours adult son ( about 40) had too much booze+nose candy, kicked off and got arrested.

In the process he kicked and broke one of my fencing panels, which cost £16 to replace. He was supposed to reimburse me by 20th June, rather than go to court and face a possible fine, criminal record, etc.

Has he done this? Has he fuck!
This annoys me in so many ways. I don’t want to stretch the police, but by not paying he’s sticking two fingers up at me and them. Plus he’s a fucking druggie, so he should be immolated by flamethrower as far as I’m concerned.

Am I being unreasonable?

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Nominated by Jeezum Priest.

Susan Edwards

It’s a sad, sorry saga of a holiday dream gone wrong. Sixty-nine year old gran (they’re always a ‘gran’ or a ‘single mom’ in the meeja, aren’t they, never just a woman) Susan Edwards from Noocassel jetted off to a Greek hotel on the island of Corfu, which is in Greece you know, and then proceeded to bellyache at the lack of ‘English food’ in the place. Sounds like hell to me.

Strangely enough for a Greek hotel in Greece, it serves food such as moussaka, kebabs, fish, rice, pasta, cheeses, fruit, and (horror of horrors!) salads. You know, typical foreign muck. ‘There was no food we could eat’ bitched the old cow. ‘I have ulcerative colitis, so there’s certain things I can’t eat’, she carped, while bemoaning the shortage of her staples such as bacon, sausage and chips, all of which seemingly navigate their way through her dicky digestive tract with no problems whatsoever.

Hitting back, the hotel management stated ‘from the very beginning, this guest demonstrated their intent to fabricate complaints in pursuit of compensation, going as far as to complain about the weather’. Somehow, I can believe it.

Well here’s the thing, Granny Groan. Hotels abroad do have this unfortunate tendency to serve locally themed cuisine. If your horizons are limited to a taste for cups of tea like mother made and egg, beans and chips, perhaps you should try Margate, or better still, Benidorm. I’m sure you’ll find plenty of establishments there who are more than happy to cater for your tastes.

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Nominated by Ron Knee.

I am sure she is worthy Ron, however, having recently returned from a Greek isle I do have some empathy for the cunt. The Greeks can’t fucking cook, every restaurant and Taverna are the same. They cremate all meat and fish until its rock hard and then either stick it on a stick or shave bits off it onto pita bread. Oh then they cover it in a fucking gallon of Popeye’s girlfriend. Disgusting. Had me taking shits in the sea. C.A.