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I got home last night to find this I believe they mean business. The number of their vans on the road does seem to have increased. Maybe like the comedy inflatable breasted tightfitting pvc catsuit wearing vampiresses and the grinning emaciated man that just grins they are out to get me.
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A weekend full of surprises.
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Friday is Barnsley Chronic-al day in Barnsley. You know you’re in a slow news area when the local paper (broadsheet) only gets published once a week. Those in Barnsley that can read and string more than a couple of coherent sentences together process like automatons to the local newsagent and therein purchase the latest edition.…
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Every year, in Britain, thousands of young people struggle to find things to do. The more fortunate can often be found wandering the streets aimlessly like mindless zombies looking for a tiny piece of recognition or attention from anyone who cares to give it whereas the less fortunate, hanging around off licences threatening adults into…
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Surely there is some legal way of administering obnoxious little shits that clearly need a sound clout across the head a sound clout across the head. Without getting into trouble. Local chav kids are being shits again. I fear no matter how many youth clubs, social schemes or the like councils provide for them they’re…
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Probably the most disappointing thing about the whole thing was that we didn’t just say “No thanks” and carry on driving. In the small print of all the posters in the local shop window and the signs on the roads there was little mention of the £4 adult entry fee. So imagine my surprise on…
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So there you are, you American types reading this in the comfort of your log built cattle ranch wearing your Stetson hat and worrying away at your Colt45 while I’m sat here in cold and rainy England (where the rain never stops (no..seriously it never stops. Endless perpetual precipitation 24/7/12/365. Ask anyone that lives here)…
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As you know, contrary to popular belief Britain is, in fact, a Fascist Police State. Also, as I have mentioned before, round these parts there is a mysterious organisation who’s vans seem to be everywhere. WDH, or Wakefield District Housing, seem to be the local equivalent of the Gestapo or maybe the FBI or something more sinister like…
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