Inspired by a letter published in the Daily Telegraph
The E-Mail
Having been bothered with the local yobs on my street, several times, and mugged twice. I’d like to give you an update on my situation.
Having spent the past twenty minutes waiting for someone at Nottingham Sherwood police station to pick up a telephone I have decided to abandon the idea and try e-mailing you instead. Perhaps you would be so kind as to pass this message on to your colleagues in Sherwood by means of smoke signal, carrier pigeon or Ouija board.
As I’m writing this e-mail there are eleven failed medical experiments (I think you call them youths) in Sherbrooke Road, Carrington, Nottingham
Three of them seem to enjoy insulting passing pedestrians and motorists, threatening them as the pass.
The remaining five walking abortions are happily rummaging through several bags of rubbish and items of furniture that someone has so thoughtfully dumped beside the wheelie bins.
Several of them wander off to set fire to the odd bin. When they get to house number 14, I am concerned they might cause a catastrophe, due to the location of a rusty Calor gas bottle between the bins. If they could be relied on to only blow their own arms and legs off then I would happily leave them to it. I would even go so far as to lend them the matches. Unfortunately they are far more likely to blow up half the street with them and I’ve just finished cleaning me windows.
What I suggest is this. After replying to this e-mail with worthless assurances that the matter is being looked into and will be dealt with, why not leave it until the one night of the year (probably their bath night) when there are no mutants around then drive up the street in a panda car before doing a three point turn and disappearing again. This will of course serve no other purpose than to remind us what policemen actually look like.
I trust that when I take a claw-hammer to the skull of one of these throwbacks you’ll do me the same courtesy of giving me a four month head start before coming to arrest me.
Thank You
Juan Inchcock Chambers.
You should start carrying a rifle….forget about the rifle get a tank! I bet nobody messes with a guy in a tank.
I’ve thought about obtaining a firearm… really I have. So frustrating innit?
TTFN
Or as Billy Bragg once wrote/called then, ‘The wasted seed of the bulldog breed.’
Each of the photos in the header were taken from my front room or bedroom window. After I wus attacked last year. the police gave me a battery powered alarm to carry with me.
Only last month, I was in town, on the main road and accidentally set it off while sorting through me bag, nobody batted an eyelid. Tsk!
The council moved a family that had bred four yobs away somewhere else – and now they have been replaced by another family that have bred five yobs, bigger ones too. Tut!
Take care.
Sounds like a job for the Mr Soz character ‘Danny Sparko’ to me.
True!