Take the Stanstead Express, when your life is a mess

Well that was my week off done with. Dog didn't make it (boo!), friend came over (yay!) and I totally failed to do even a half of the things I had planned which is about normal for me taking time off.

Anyway today finds me on the lovely Stansted Express as I dropped my friend off at the airport this morning at very early o'clock and rather than drive the rest of the way in I took the fast train. All fine in the morning as it was me and some half asleep commuters we picked up at Bishop's Stortford but this evening's train is packed with people you expect to be going to an airport served by Ryanair, EasyJet and a host of other budget carriers. Actually kind of reminds me of my student days getting the boat train out to Harwich for the ferry (you never see student inter-railers on that boat any more, guess everyone goes by plane now).

However this would not be a Grumpy Dragon blog post without a nark so here it comes.

Lots of plod and pretend plod milling around on the platform for the train and stopping people. Fair enough, the ragheads are trying to kill us all again so we have a heightened sense of security.

However what do we know. We know that all the current bunch of people were middle eastern followers of the "Religion of Peace"; of this much we are certain.

So can you explain to me why the four people who were being stopped, searched and of course filling in the racial profiling form were:

* A white man in his 50's in a business suit.
* A young black woman with a baby in a pram
* A Caucasian student, eastern European by his accent
* A bag of salt and vinegar crisps.

OK so maybe not the last one, but certainly nobody who looked, you know, a bit, well, muslim.

Here's a tip. If you are ever stopped and they ask you what your race is, tell them to put "other". It fucks up their "see, see, we don't do racial profiling, honest" figures and if everyone stopped complying with this piece of NuLabour shite we might be able to free the plod up to stop and search those who, on the balance of the evidence, would be more likely to be wandering around carrying explosives and looking for a few dhimmis to personally introduce to Allah.

I and I and me 'erb

Police raid "Rastafarian Temple" and discover cannabis.

What were they expecting to find? Tea and cup-cakes?

I love the comment about "Hopefully the council will act quickly to find somewhere else for Rastafarians to worship". Look you dope addled arse, pull the dreads out of your ears and listen as this is coming only once. If you want a church fund it yourself, it is not the job of the taxpayers of Lambeth to fund places of worship and certainly not to stoners like you.

And take that stupid wooly hat off as well.

Just a slogan

Right, so they were just slogans were they. Bloody hell my wierdybeardy friend you have just got to get yourself a new defence lawyer because that has got to be the crappiest plea in Christendom*

Anyway you twat, should you not be standing up for your religion and denouncing the court for having the temerity to even consider bringing a holy warrior such as yourself before the beak and yelling that we infidel will all burn in hell once Osama Bin Liner has got around to blowing us all up? Nah, you're a like little pissant scoolboy looking all shamefaced down at his shoes and mumbling "sorry sir" after he's been caught because you're now looking at six of the best (or two years in chokey in your case - personally I think we should take a leaf out of the Bumper Fun Book of Sharia Law and chop something off... I would suggest we start with his dick but he obviously doesn't have one).

You, sir, are a craven coward, your religion stinks like a week old fish and your prophet was a paedophile.

I don't mean that of course, it's just a slogan.




* Whilst it still exists.

Stop trying to steal my money!

Doctors have called for a sharp rise in alcohol prices after a report said 28,000 victims of drink-related violence are treated in A&E each year.

Look just fuck off will you. I enjoy a couple of glasses of wine in the evening and have been know to go out for the odd pint or three after work. Please explain to me why I should be penalised for this because some nineteen year cuntsnot can't hold his liquor of a Friday night and starts chucking his weight and pint glasses around.

You want to sort out this. OK here's what you do. Lets take all those dickwads who rock up to A&E beered up to the gills or end up in the cells because they threw a punch at a copper and charge them the full price of their treatement or processing. The full cost mind you, probably several hundred pounds; and if they can't pay then send in the baliffs becuase a pound will get you a penny they (or their feckless parents) will have a nice plasma TV, some sort of motor vehicle or some other goods that can be sold off to raise the funds for the fine. I guarantee that you do this for a few weeks, really do it mind you - no "oh he's poor, he's from a broken home, he's being vicitmised" bollocks - and I guarantee that once a few scrotes have seen everything, yay even unto the Ben Sherman shirt off their backs, taken off them to pay their share of a Friday night's policing bill you will see peace in our towns and cities come the weekends if for no other reason that the troublemakers won't have a bean to spend on the booze.

Regrettably it'll never happen - the dickcheese that passes it off for political leaders these days don't have the backbone.