A bit council (Vol 6)
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We moved house because of our council neighbours. All started when the couple broke up. Mum moved out to live with her female lover and Dad was left to look after son who has ADHD. Dad's coping mechanism was leave 10 year old son to his own devices whilst he went to the British Legion until he was thrown out. Dad left for work early leaving the son to go to school himself, obviously this rarely happened.
The only style of clothing that appeared on the washing line was black or light grey tracksuit bottoms and matching hoodies. Dad and son wore them throughout the year whatever the weather, son always with hood up or in large Zavetti parka even in the middle of summer.
His idea of buying something for his son to do whilst he was out was a mini motorbike. Cue the son bombing up and down the local streets without a helmet on. Police arrived soon after and bike was never seen again. Next sensible purchase was a BB rifle. Son and his friend now start shooting at passing cars from his bedroom window whilst Dad is asleep. A short while later police armed response arrives and Dad gets shock of his life.
The garage wall in the garden was covered in son's graffiti tags and the garage window was smashed by a football, but left broken for months even though Dad was a builder.
During Halloween Dad would buy the largest fireworks he could find and set one off every five to ten minutes. They made young children cry and set car alarms off.
We wanted to report matters, but were told we couldn't do this annonymously so Dad would know who did so. This was not the ideal situation as he was very aggressive and just strung a load of profanities together when he didn't agree with you.
Son decided to have a barbecue one evening when Dad was at the British Legion. Ten foot high flames were seen from their garden. Fire engine and police arrive and son is taken away. Not long afterwards Dad and son arrive accompanied by the police. Dad shouting to his son that he did not like being asked to leave his pint whilst watching the football or words to that effect that were slightly more off-colour language.
When son started bragging to his similarly black Hoodrich ensembled friends in the back garden about ketamine and who he was buying it from we decided enough was enough.
Just after we moved there was a large heath fire nearby and son and a few of his friends were caught on CCTV and arrested.
The house move was the best thing we ever did. Peaceful street and fabulous new neighbours.
The only style of clothing that appeared on the washing line was black or light grey tracksuit bottoms and matching hoodies. Dad and son wore them throughout the year whatever the weather, son always with hood up or in large Zavetti parka even in the middle of summer.
His idea of buying something for his son to do whilst he was out was a mini motorbike. Cue the son bombing up and down the local streets without a helmet on. Police arrived soon after and bike was never seen again. Next sensible purchase was a BB rifle. Son and his friend now start shooting at passing cars from his bedroom window whilst Dad is asleep. A short while later police armed response arrives and Dad gets shock of his life.
The garage wall in the garden was covered in son's graffiti tags and the garage window was smashed by a football, but left broken for months even though Dad was a builder.
During Halloween Dad would buy the largest fireworks he could find and set one off every five to ten minutes. They made young children cry and set car alarms off.
We wanted to report matters, but were told we couldn't do this annonymously so Dad would know who did so. This was not the ideal situation as he was very aggressive and just strung a load of profanities together when he didn't agree with you.
Son decided to have a barbecue one evening when Dad was at the British Legion. Ten foot high flames were seen from their garden. Fire engine and police arrive and son is taken away. Not long afterwards Dad and son arrive accompanied by the police. Dad shouting to his son that he did not like being asked to leave his pint whilst watching the football or words to that effect that were slightly more off-colour language.
When son started bragging to his similarly black Hoodrich ensembled friends in the back garden about ketamine and who he was buying it from we decided enough was enough.
Just after we moved there was a large heath fire nearby and son and a few of his friends were caught on CCTV and arrested.
The house move was the best thing we ever did. Peaceful street and fabulous new neighbours.
Edited by RosscoPCole on Friday 18th April 05:35
I’m going to suggest aftermarket puddle lights in doors, especially when it’s not even specific to the vehicle make.
As seen last night on an early M135 when the owner dumped their McDonalds wrappers out the door.
If they were fitted from factory then I suppose that’s fine, as you had no choice.
As seen last night on an early M135 when the owner dumped their McDonalds wrappers out the door.
If they were fitted from factory then I suppose that’s fine, as you had no choice.
eth2190 said:
Jimmy No Hands said:
We have a resident scrote family and the ogre dad has an MK2 Focus ST with a straight through exhaust. He must (and this isn't an exaggeration) leave his house about 11-12 times a day for periods of anywhere from 5 to 20 minutes. Every single time he blips the throttle when reversing or parking and will just thrash it in first around the estate so it emits this repulsive machine gun popping on the overrun. Obviously none of them appear to work so this is all day every day. It's f
king incessant and an absolute nuisance. He's easily mid-thirties and looks like he still points at aeroplanes in the sky.
Time for some expanding foam king incessant and an absolute nuisance. He's easily mid-thirties and looks like he still points at aeroplanes in the sky. 
Although I imagine those forum members with a non performance ASBO exhaust won’t like the suggestion.
RosscoPCole said:
We moved house because of our council neighbours. All started when the couple broke up. Mum moved out to live with her female lover and Dad was left to look after son who has ADHD. Dad's coping mechanism was leave 10 year old son to his own devices whilst he went to the British Legion until he was thrown out. Dad left for work early leaving the son to go to school himself, obviously this rarely happened.
The only style of clothing that appeared on the washing line was black or light grey tracksuit bottoms and matching hoodies. Dad and son wore them throughout the year whatever the weather, son always with hood up or in large Zavetti parka even in the middle of summer.
His idea of buying something for his son to do whilst he was out was a mini motorbike. Cue the son bombing up and down the local streets without a helmet on. Police arrived soon after and bike was never seen again. Next sensible purchase was a BB rifle. Son and his friend now start shooting at passing cars from his bedroom window whilst Dad is asleep. A short while later police armed response arrives and Dad gets shock of his life.
The garage wall in the garden was covered in son's graffiti tags and the garage window was smashed by a football, but left broken for months even though Dad was a builder.
During Halloween Dad would buy the largest fireworks he could find and set one off every five to ten minutes. They made young children cry and set car alarms off.
We wanted to report matters, but were told we couldn't do this annonymously so Dad would know who did so. This was not the ideal situation as he was very aggressive and just strung a load of profanities together when he didn't agree with you.
Son decided to have a barbecue one evening when Dad was at the British Legion. Ten foot high flames were seen from their garden. Fire engine and police arrive and son is taken away. Not long afterwards Dad and son arrive accompanied by the police. Dad shouting to his son that he did not like being asked to leave his pint whilst watching the football or words to that effect that were slightly more off-colour language.
When son started bragging to his similarly black Hoodrich ensembled friends in the back garden about ketamine and who he was buying it from we decided enough was enough.
Just after we moved there was a large heath fire nearby and son and a few of his friends were caught on CCTV and arrested.
The house move was the best thing we ever did. Peaceful street and fabulous new neighbours.
How did you manage to sell the house, early morning viewings in the winter when it was still dark?The only style of clothing that appeared on the washing line was black or light grey tracksuit bottoms and matching hoodies. Dad and son wore them throughout the year whatever the weather, son always with hood up or in large Zavetti parka even in the middle of summer.
His idea of buying something for his son to do whilst he was out was a mini motorbike. Cue the son bombing up and down the local streets without a helmet on. Police arrived soon after and bike was never seen again. Next sensible purchase was a BB rifle. Son and his friend now start shooting at passing cars from his bedroom window whilst Dad is asleep. A short while later police armed response arrives and Dad gets shock of his life.
The garage wall in the garden was covered in son's graffiti tags and the garage window was smashed by a football, but left broken for months even though Dad was a builder.
During Halloween Dad would buy the largest fireworks he could find and set one off every five to ten minutes. They made young children cry and set car alarms off.
We wanted to report matters, but were told we couldn't do this annonymously so Dad would know who did so. This was not the ideal situation as he was very aggressive and just strung a load of profanities together when he didn't agree with you.
Son decided to have a barbecue one evening when Dad was at the British Legion. Ten foot high flames were seen from their garden. Fire engine and police arrive and son is taken away. Not long afterwards Dad and son arrive accompanied by the police. Dad shouting to his son that he did not like being asked to leave his pint whilst watching the football or words to that effect that were slightly more off-colour language.
When son started bragging to his similarly black Hoodrich ensembled friends in the back garden about ketamine and who he was buying it from we decided enough was enough.
Just after we moved there was a large heath fire nearby and son and a few of his friends were caught on CCTV and arrested.
The house move was the best thing we ever did. Peaceful street and fabulous new neighbours.
Edited by RosscoPCole on Friday 18th April 05:35
Electronicpants said:
How did you manage to sell the house, early morning viewings in the winter when it was still dark?
We asked for no For Sale sign so they didn't know we were selling, unless he looked on Rightmove, which was highly unlikely. Also we just hoped and prayed that they would be out during any viewings.RosscoPCole said:
Electronicpants said:
How did you manage to sell the house, early morning viewings in the winter when it was still dark?
We asked for no For Sale sign so they didn't know we were selling, unless he looked on Rightmove, which was highly unlikely. Also we just hoped and prayed that they would be out during any viewings.Alickadoo said:
Jimmy No Hands said:
We have a resident scrote family and the ogre dad has an MK2 Focus ST with a straight through exhaust. He must (and this isn't an exaggeration) leave his house about 11-12 times a day for periods of anywhere from 5 to 20 minutes. Every single time he blips the throttle when reversing or parking and will just thrash it in first around the estate so it emits this repulsive machine gun popping on the overrun. Obviously none of them appear to work so this is all day every day. It's fking incessant and an absolute nuisance. He's easily mid-thirties and looks like he still points at aeroplanes in the sky.
Potato in the exhaust?king incessant and an absolute nuisance. He's easily mid-thirties and looks like he still points at aeroplanes in the sky. 
Jayzee said:
Alickadoo said:
Jimmy No Hands said:
We have a resident scrote family and the ogre dad has an MK2 Focus ST with a straight through exhaust. He must (and this isn't an exaggeration) leave his house about 11-12 times a day for periods of anywhere from 5 to 20 minutes. Every single time he blips the throttle when reversing or parking and will just thrash it in first around the estate so it emits this repulsive machine gun popping on the overrun. Obviously none of them appear to work so this is all day every day. It's fking incessant and an absolute nuisance. He's easily mid-thirties and looks like he still points at aeroplanes in the sky.
Potato in the exhaust?king incessant and an absolute nuisance. He's easily mid-thirties and looks like he still points at aeroplanes in the sky. 
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