Parking Tickets - dire stealth tax/ spleen vent..
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Well, not exactly new but something did occur a couple of nights ago.
On returning home, I had received notification of a parking contravention from early December that had remained unpaid, now totalling £60, to be submitted quicksticks, shortly after to hit £90 should settlement not follow within 'x' days, thereafter to become a matter for big Vern and his chattel collectors.
Now, I had received and paid a similar fine two months ago, following the cycnical 'pounce & book/clamp' policies/tactics of the shitehawks who oversee local parking regulations/regulate the dogs who clamp for a living, when one evening, at approx 1830 hours, I had been dashing in and out of work...so I wondered if they'd duplicated the charge?
Apparently not. No, this was on a Saturday, at a similar time (1835, to be precise) when it appears that I had violated the wholly illogical by-law of parking not on any lines but instead, on the alternate side of the road for that day - albeit temporarily (I was parked up to deposit some raesonably heavy stationary after which I was moving back, across the road), when in any case, at 1900 hours, it becomes entirely acceptable to use both sides of the road.
Now, bear in mind, there were no pedestrians around and traffic was non-existant: this was the very essence of the urban plague of over zealous, outrageously blatent revenue raising, officially sanctioned skulduggery.
But...where was my ticket?
I looked in, out and around the car and nowhere was it to be found. Eventually, however, I noticed this thing had somehow made it's way under the bonnet's trailing edge and was peculiarly hidden away around an air filter box - lumme, thought I.
I'm sure the fact that I was never originally aware of the ticket won't wash with these bollockly challenged pieces of sh1t, however what really rancours and drives me INSANE is the mentality of the bastards behind these fleecings.
In a country where fines are proportional to some bogus notion of ability to pay, impoverished motoring manslaughterers escape damage awards and businesses are generally villified for having the audacity to exist in the first place, I could happily applaud any action resulting in the violent slaughter of the responsible town hall charlies and governmental architects of these oppressive, repulsive impositions.
(Indeed, we're currently battling the local council over plans to thwart our logistics on the industrial estate where our main warehouse is, following their inspired decision to paint double yellows outside because it's deemed offensive to the mating rights of omnisexual Goans when Mars is in the house of Orion during the rainy season - the guy in the relevant council department has been off for three weeks over Christmas and New Year, unavailable this week due to illness (caused by a bad dose of necrotising wankology) and when our man finally tracked the workshy peasant down, he had left early following a particularly racist mushy pea upsetting him during his 2 hour lunch awareness programme.)
We need a revolution, people and frankly, the more extreme, the better.
BASTARDS!!! 
On returning home, I had received notification of a parking contravention from early December that had remained unpaid, now totalling £60, to be submitted quicksticks, shortly after to hit £90 should settlement not follow within 'x' days, thereafter to become a matter for big Vern and his chattel collectors.
Now, I had received and paid a similar fine two months ago, following the cycnical 'pounce & book/clamp' policies/tactics of the shitehawks who oversee local parking regulations/regulate the dogs who clamp for a living, when one evening, at approx 1830 hours, I had been dashing in and out of work...so I wondered if they'd duplicated the charge?
Apparently not. No, this was on a Saturday, at a similar time (1835, to be precise) when it appears that I had violated the wholly illogical by-law of parking not on any lines but instead, on the alternate side of the road for that day - albeit temporarily (I was parked up to deposit some raesonably heavy stationary after which I was moving back, across the road), when in any case, at 1900 hours, it becomes entirely acceptable to use both sides of the road.
Now, bear in mind, there were no pedestrians around and traffic was non-existant: this was the very essence of the urban plague of over zealous, outrageously blatent revenue raising, officially sanctioned skulduggery.
But...where was my ticket?
I looked in, out and around the car and nowhere was it to be found. Eventually, however, I noticed this thing had somehow made it's way under the bonnet's trailing edge and was peculiarly hidden away around an air filter box - lumme, thought I.
I'm sure the fact that I was never originally aware of the ticket won't wash with these bollockly challenged pieces of sh1t, however what really rancours and drives me INSANE is the mentality of the bastards behind these fleecings.
In a country where fines are proportional to some bogus notion of ability to pay, impoverished motoring manslaughterers escape damage awards and businesses are generally villified for having the audacity to exist in the first place, I could happily applaud any action resulting in the violent slaughter of the responsible town hall charlies and governmental architects of these oppressive, repulsive impositions.
(Indeed, we're currently battling the local council over plans to thwart our logistics on the industrial estate where our main warehouse is, following their inspired decision to paint double yellows outside because it's deemed offensive to the mating rights of omnisexual Goans when Mars is in the house of Orion during the rainy season - the guy in the relevant council department has been off for three weeks over Christmas and New Year, unavailable this week due to illness (caused by a bad dose of necrotising wankology) and when our man finally tracked the workshy peasant down, he had left early following a particularly racist mushy pea upsetting him during his 2 hour lunch awareness programme.)
We need a revolution, people and frankly, the more extreme, the better.
BASTARDS!!! Fancy sticking it up em DeR? You could go after them with the Bill Of Rights. Read it carefully, as unless they worded the legislation correctly and specifically appealed the BOR they can't legally fine you without taking you to court.
www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?t=147553&f=10&h=0&hw=bill+of+rights
Go get em
www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?t=147553&f=10&h=0&hw=bill+of+rights
Go get em
They are utter utter swines to a man.
I got one, parked in a residential side road whilst visiting friends, in Taunton on the 27th December
It wouldnt have been so bad had the Guest Permit not been clearly on display in the windscreen at the time.
I challenged said Mollusc whilst he was still around and reiterated that the permit was showing and valid. Would he take it back? Would he bollocks.
Actually, thinking about it I really should write to them about that...
I got one, parked in a residential side road whilst visiting friends, in Taunton on the 27th December
It wouldnt have been so bad had the Guest Permit not been clearly on display in the windscreen at the time.
I challenged said Mollusc whilst he was still around and reiterated that the permit was showing and valid. Would he take it back? Would he bollocks.
Actually, thinking about it I really should write to them about that...
The varuca feeeding sh*tcoc*s can quite observably distinguish your precision honed vehicle, and the only manner in which they can relieve their spectacular covetousness is to castigate you for it.
With minds so miniscule they can only be envisaged through a rocket-fuelled electron microscope, what do you expect? Leniency? Forget it.
With minds so miniscule they can only be envisaged through a rocket-fuelled electron microscope, what do you expect? Leniency? Forget it.
But we must rememeber that the government is granting you a very special priviledge by allowing you to use your mobile pollution-making and people-killing device, so you must give up all rights and allow the police to do whatever they feel necessary to prevent you from killing people.
Bleh.
Bleh.
Things need to change and altering the seating arrangements of the goons in the house of commons will make little difference. The way forward is to go after the petty minded, addled no-marks that make up our local government. My local council has made the centre of the town a pay and display area. What has this achieved? Well all the working people now have a choice; pay to park close to work and give the goverment more tax. Risk being caught and pay the governemnt more tax, or park miles away and walk into work! 
And so all the side roads are now full of cars and the centre of town is deserted!
We should storm our local council offices and put the blaggards to the sword!
And so all the side roads are now full of cars and the centre of town is deserted! We should storm our local council offices and put the blaggards to the sword!
I see. So you wilfully transgressed the local bylaw applied to that side of the road by parking you motor vehicle during the time period when parking restrictions were in-force.
The subsequent dislodging of the violation ticket is an unfortunate side issue. You should pay the local authority their legal demand of monetary sanction at the earliest opportunity.
The subsequent dislodging of the violation ticket is an unfortunate side issue. You should pay the local authority their legal demand of monetary sanction at the earliest opportunity.
love machine said:
Simple solution, stick gaffer tape over your registration and "BIT" of your tax disk so the bastards can't read your registration number. They are not allowed to touch anything attatched to the car.
If they clamp you, get a disc cutter.
I am very disappointed in you LM, a wheel clamp is only made from mild steel and i'm sure it could be removed with either bolt croppers or a hack saw, without having to lug around an expensive disc cutter
MilnerR said:
I am very disappointed in you LM, a wheel clamp is only made from mild steel and i'm sure it could be removed with either bolt croppers or a hack saw, without having to lug around an expensive disc cutter
For that real "I'm a mean bastard" buzz get yourself a plasma cutter and post them parts which are slightly under payed for on alternate weeks from various post boxes.
I was wondering about baby oxy-acetylene kits....
A disk cutter would weight the back of my car up so much, it might influence the cornering. I'd also have to strap it down.
People should hire disc cutters by the hour in cities. Complete with folding bike and holster.
Find you are clamped. Phone disc cutter hotline. They charge you £15 or so and then you cycle on folding bike, with disc cutter in holster to your car, cut off clamp, fold up bike, bung it in the back, go and drop it off.
Genius or what
A disk cutter would weight the back of my car up so much, it might influence the cornering. I'd also have to strap it down.
People should hire disc cutters by the hour in cities. Complete with folding bike and holster.
Find you are clamped. Phone disc cutter hotline. They charge you £15 or so and then you cycle on folding bike, with disc cutter in holster to your car, cut off clamp, fold up bike, bung it in the back, go and drop it off.
Genius or what
markmullen said:
My friend still has the parts from an interaction between one of these:
and one of these:
Maybe I shouldn't tell all you naughty boys this, me being a lover of the system and all but, you only have to release one leg of the clamp designed in that photo to get it off the wheel, and if you go into your local friendly B&Q or equivalent, you can buy yourself a nice battery powered angle grinder, slip on a diamond tipped cutting disc and hey presto! portable freedom, and all for around forty quid, which is less than one ticket!! And it will do utterly no damage to your nice, expensive alloys, and tuck away quite discreetly in your spare wheel well.
Isn't economic strategy a wonderful thing?
IOLAIRE said:
My friend still has the parts from an interaction between one of these:
and one of these:
Maybe I shouldn't tell all you naughty boys this, me being a lover of the system and all but, you only have to release one leg of the clamp designed in that photo to get it off the wheel, and if you go into your local friendly B&Q or equivalent, you can buy yourself a nice battery powered angle grinder, slip on a diamond tipped cutting disc and hey presto! portable freedom, and all for around forty quid, which is less than one ticket!! And it will do utterly no damage to your nice, expensive alloys, and tuck away quite discreetly in your spare wheel well.
Isn't economic strategy a wonderful thing?
Am I right in assuming that Mr Clamper Man can’t (legally) stop you from removing the clamp?
C C said:
markmullen said:
My friend still has the parts from an interaction between one of these:
and one of these:
Maybe I shouldn't tell all you naughty boys this, me being a lover of the system and all but, you only have to release one leg of the clamp designed in that photo to get it off the wheel, and if you go into your local friendly B&Q or equivalent, you can buy yourself a nice battery powered angle grinder, slip on a diamond tipped cutting disc and hey presto! portable freedom, and all for around forty quid, which is less than one ticket!! And it will do utterly no damage to your nice, expensive alloys, and tuck away quite discreetly in your spare wheel well.
Isn't economic strategy a wonderful thing?
Am I right in assuming that Mr Clamper Man can’t (legally) stop you from removing the clamp?
Well you see this brings into the equation the definition of a hard man.
My wise old dad, who incidentally was a boxer in his younger years, used to say, "Nobody's harder than the front bumper of a Land Rover."
Would you try and stop someone armed with a diamond tipped angle grinder topping 8000 RPM??!!
If in doubt, have you seen the Texas Chainsaw Massacre??!!
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