I am lost for words (nearly) at this...

[chameleon]

simonm wrote: Oh, and by the way. Don't think my chocolate starfish wasn't twitching like a rabbits nose the entire time it was happening!!!! Believe me , I was bricking it!!!     Still a gud'en Simon - shows the trash for what they really are.

[simonm]

chameleon wrote: simonm wrote: Oh, and by the way. Don't think my chocolate starfish wasn't twitching like a rabbits nose the entire time it was happening!!!! Believe me , I was bricking it!!!     Still a gud'en Simon - shows the trash for what they really are. Aye, came to nowt, thankfully, my psyche'ing was better than theirs, but could you imagine a less than able / confident person? Scum, the lot of em.

[chameleon]

simonm wrote: chameleon wrote: simonm wrote: Oh, and by the way. Don't think my chocolate starfish wasn't twitching like a rabbits nose the entire time it was happening!!!! Believe me , I was bricking it!!!     Still a gud'en Simon - shows the trash for what they really are. Aye, came to nowt, thankfully, my psyche'ing was better than theirs, but could you imagine a less than able / confident person? Scum, the lot of em. Right minded people would of course but, to quote the Sheffield Cief Constable charged with maintaining the law i 'his' bit - 'Everything in perspective, nobobody was assulted, nobody was injured, nobody was killed, (families) have to learn to get along with each other'I think we can deduce the cause of any problems in Sheffield. How do people with that attitude get these roles?Gordon Brown commenting afterwards about dealing with such behaviour stated 'We will stop at nothing' But so many people expect these days that acting to stop these activities will stop, at nothing.     

[Si]

Ha ha! "We will stop at nothing" is similar to Noel Coward's (I think) "I'll waste no time in reading your manuscript!"Simon's story reminds me of an incident that Mrs Si and I witnessed a couple of years ago. On turning a corner in Otley one night, we came across a gang of about ten yoofs, aged from 12 to 16ish, harranging a bloke coming out of a pizza shop. I didn't catch what the argument was about, but the gang began to cross the road towards this chap in a threatening manner. He just ran straight at them, pizza boxes still in his hands, and they all legged it in different directions, some of them squealing. Don't mess with Otley chavs...they're dead tough!!!

[BLAKEY]

[quotenick="simonmAye, came to nowt, thankfully, my psyche'ing was better than theirs, but could you imagine a less than able / confident person? Scum, the lot of em. Good for you but. as you say, anyone less able would be mincemeat to them.    At the Pontefract bus depopt where I last worked we had a young fitter, only about 24, and what a sensible decent kid he was, with good old fashioned standards. Whenever these horror thugs were being discussed he would simply say "*******" oxygen thieves - a waste of space the lot of 'em."

[Brandy]

There Vital Organs should be harvested and put to good use.

[chameleon]

Brandy wrote: There Vital Organs should be harvested and put to good use. I prefer that neutering of 'parents' exhibiting such behaviourak tendancies and any offspring which emeged (doubtless profusly) be put down at birth. No appology to anyone who thinks that harsh.

[Si]

I think this is an apt thread to add this story I found in Simeon Rayner's "History and Antiquities of Pudsey" published c.1887."Opposite to the church [St Lawrence's] there is a spacious house, at one time occupied by Mr. Clarkson, the curator. It was formerly the dwelling of Mr. Carlyle, who had "one fair daughter, whom he loved passing well." A "young palmer in love's eye" named Joseph Blackburn, had won her affections. They had, how- ever, some difficulty in conversing together, because her father was determinedly opposed to the match. His passion was aroused whenever he heard the subject mentioned. Nevertheless, woman's ingenuity prevailed, and when the father thought that his household were a-bed, his daughter was exchanging her vows of eternal affection for the man she had chosen to be her future partner. There was a wide head-stone to the kitchen window. Young Blackburn was accustomed to climb up to that place. He stood on the head-stone and supported himself by taking hold, with his hands, of the sill of the window belonging to his fair Juliet's bedroom. There they pledged their affections. On one unlucky night, when the moon was shining brightly, old Mr. Carlyle thought he heard suspicious sounds outside the house. They were caused by young Blackburn climbing to the head- stone. He listened and at last came to the conclusion that burglars were at work. Seizing an old sword, he rushed to the kitchen, and through the window he saw the form of a man climbing up the wall. He thrust the sword through the top pane of glass, and sent the blade through the bowels of the unfortunate young Blackburn, just as he had clutched the sill of the bedroom window at which his lady-love was waiting to receive him. Blackburn died of his wounds soon afterwards in the presence of his sweetheart. Her father was not punished, the law considering that there was no malicious intent to injure Blackburn, but, thinking he was attacking a burglar, Carlyle's offence became one of justifiable homicide." So, stabbing to death someone you thought might be a burglar was considered "justifiable homicide" in the 19th century? I don't think he'd get away with it these days!        

[biggee99]

Life's cheap greed and corruption is worth more. Very sad world we live in.

[Si]

Perhaps this Leodis pic shows the scene of the "murder?" (Tudor House, and No 1 Chapeltown. St Lawrence's is in the background.)