More on ratboy. First off, in his maneuvers the other night, I’ve noticed he’s succeeded in squashing the border to his little pebble “garden”. The twat. The only damage he does and it’s to his own (soon to be Kim’s) property.
I wound him up something rotten last night, too. He wasn’t best pleased when – after literally screeching to a halt and skidding up the drive then leaving his car parked there again – I went out and took photos of it…
Ratboy: Does it look better on your camera than on the drive?
Me: No. It’s still illegally parked, but the police and council asked me to take pictures for evidence. There are four complaints lodged against you, plus two solicitors dealing with it.
R: Fuck your fucking solicitors. I can fucking park there if I want. I’m going to work in ten minutes. Can’t you just knock on the fucking door?
M: The point is that I shouldn’t have to knock on your door. You’re illegally parked. It’s as simple as that. Though you seem to be somewhat simpler than that so I understand that it’s hard for you to grasp. Anyway, you know it’s illegal – I passed on those documents to you – the ones you signed when you bought the house.
R: They went straight in the bin.
M: That doesn’t surprise me. They probably had too many long words on for you. So anyway, which is it? Ignorant, stupid of just selfish? Frankly, I go for selfish, or a combination. You are, frankly, the most selfish, lazy, ignorant scum I’ve ever had the severe displeasure to have to live near?
R: Yeah, that’s it. I’m selfish. Maybe you should look at yourself in a mirror sometime.
M: Oh, you’ve mastered mirrors have you? Got past the stage where you think it’s another real person pointing back? You’re full of surprises. And you’r incredibly selfish. You drive around here like a lunatic when you’re not blocking people’s rights of way.
R: What’s it to you how I fucking drive? I can drive how I fucking like.
M: You’re exceeding the speed limit almost every time you leave the drive and go up the street. You skid round corners. This is a housing estate. I know you don’t give a toss about anyone else’s kids, but they do play around here and if I ever do see you in jail, I’d rather it wasn’t for mowing one of them down. Anyway, shift it. I’ve checked and I can clamp you if you park there. It’s private property [this is a fib – I’ve not checked and I think it’s dodgy legal ground, but hey]
R: Fuck you. It’s not illegally parked. Your girlfriend’s illegally parked [points at Sharon’s car which is most definitely not illegally parked at the roadside, and coincidentally where ratboy normally parks when he’s not blocking the drive… so he’s basically accusing himself of parking illegally when he’s not parked illegally. Oops] Anyway, I know people who can get clamps off.
M: Why doesn’t it surprise me that you know a bunch of criminals who can break into things? No worries. I can also have your car towed. Let’s see you break it out of a locked police compound, or haven’t your mates advanced to breaking and entering just yet?
Ms Rat-Boy: Hey, you can’t talk. You blocked me in the other day, so you’re parking illegally. You don’t have to do that.
M: Actually, I was only trying to get up my drive, which I’m legally entitled to do. I got as far as I could before hitting an obstruction – your illegally parked car. And you were there a hell of a lot longer than ten minutes, so don’t go using that as an excuse.
R: Oh, go back in your fucking house. Go on – fuck off.
M: And on what grounds are you going to make me? I’m actually legally allowed to stand here as long as I want… unlike your car.
R: If you’re still there when I go to work, I’ll fucking run you over you cunt.
M: OK, let’s make this clear. You are going to run me down, in your car? Which I’m stood in front of, even though you have to reverse to get out of the driveway? You’ll deliberately drive forwards to run me over?
R: Yeah, I’ll fucking run you down you cunt. Fuck off back in your house.
M: [gales of laughter and glee] Thank you! Threatening and abusive language. Thanks so much for helping us prove a point and get more evidence against you, you stupid little man!
R: Fuck off – have you got fucking microphones everywhere? I don’t fucking see them, you prick
M: This is a digital camera with a microphone, and there are three people watching. I don’t need any more than that. Now why don’t you go inside and calm the hell down, sit and try to think for a bit without making your head hurt and move your car? And stop acting like a spoilt little child who can’t have it all his own way? There’s a good chap.
R: Fuck you [door slams]
M: Witty. Good night to you. Steve? Did you get that?
Steve (neighbour): Every word.
Hey ho. Shortly after, I was loading stuff into the car when ratboy appeared. He jumps into the ratmobile, and in a screech of tyres comes roaring out of the drive in reverse. Swings the car to the left and just misses Sharon’s car. And I mean just. Maybe 2 inches in it.
For reasons best known to himself, he reverses the entire length of the street and screeches to a halt. It’s wet and I’d guess he skidded a couple of feet when he stopped. Then, he roars back down the street and screams to a second halt a few feet in front of my car (narrowly missing the open driver’s door), basically parking on the opposite side of the street to the driveway. Gets out, storms off in a sulk.
Needless to say, Sharon moved her car and popped it into one of the now-available parking bays. As she was doing so, two young girls who live at the end of the street came walking past our drive on the way home. If they’d been two minutes earlier, I have serious doubts that one or both of them would be able to walk right now – I swear he didn’t look before speeding out of the driveway. That is why his driving concerns me, and it’s only one examnple of how bad it is.
I have also since spoken to the people in one of the other houses and they’ve asked for the details of the person in the council dealing with the complaints so they can add their 2p’s worth. Actually, I think they’ll get about a quid in there.
Oh, the one bit of good news – he’s finally passed his solicitor’s details on to the estate agent. About bloody time. One step closer to being rid of the repugnant bottom feeder.