From last night
For those who don’t check the comments, the **** came home around midnight. At roughly 12:45am the stereo went *right* up again. By the time I was banging on his front door, it was off. His other half opened the door (he couldn’t be arsed getting out of the sofa) after coming downstairs in her dressing gown to get him to turn the stereo off.
She then had a go at me for reporting him for domestic violence.
You know, **** it. Next time I see or hear a crime being committed I’m going to turn round and walk off if it’s not going to affect me. I just don’t need some 23-stone skinhead beating my head to a pulp because the police collared him and said “see that guy over there? He just told us he saw you mug a little old lady. Oh, and here’s his address.”
Net result, I didn’t get to sleep will almost 2am. Cat woke me not long after 5:00 and I was so wound up I couldn’t get back to sleep again.
Today, the council rang me back and they are sending some details out about what I can do (whoopee), and I spoke to the letting agent for the property who are sending him a letter regarding the terms and conditions he signed (and is now in breach of).
The police will be getting a letter shortly, once I have an address I can write to. I think I know which station it is, but I want to double check.
Charity raffle
Every few months I get sent raffle tickets to sell for a few of the charities I donate to. The PDSA are one of them, and a fine cause they are too.
Obviously people who are more willing to donate are those who have a sympathy for the cause being supported. Thus, I have discovered a good way to get rid of the tickets quite quickly. You walk up to someone you know like animals and show them the tickets.
“PDSA tickets?”
“Well, I don’t know. It’s not quite pay day.”
“They’re only a quid each. And you can win £12,000.”
“Nah…”
“You like animals, yes? You’ve got a cat?”
“Oh, yes. I love animals.”
“Well buy five tickets or I’ll kill a hedgehog and post the corpse through your door.”
“Have you got change for a tenner?”
Works every time.
hi mosh if u like join the EIA and u can sell tickets for them too. they work to expose tiger skin trading, illegal logging and whaling etc. i will use your tactics to help shift some tomorrow
Hehe – I already donate to enough charities at the moment. All direct debit, all gift aid (where I can). Every little helps, though.
very poor show by the police on grassing you up – are there any copper lurkers out there who can explain if that’s standard policy or just a complete fuckup?
I’m not in your shoes but I still think you did the right thing – even if she’s too stupid to help herself, we as individuals should never be afraid to stand up & be counted if we see or hear something wrong happening. Too many people now are scared & just walk on by – and that’s how people can end up being attacked in broad daylight with no-one coming forward to help as they “didn’t want to get involved”. Good on you.
JJ – I’ve mentioned it but the police have said their hands are tied unless they get either her testimony or visual evidence.
However, even though she’s a stupid cow if I *saw* him hit her or anything I would not refrain from “getting involved”. I’d lamp the ****. Hard.
Of course, you can see what’d happen – she’d attack me for hitting him, I’d defend myself and I’d end up on charges of assaulting them both…
hey guys – and now for something completely different – guess who had to go to London today and is now stuck up here – yup, I ain’t going nowhere at the moment. Doesn’t sound like there’s anyone been hurt though so that’s the best news…
D’oh. Have fun. I’m at home and I should be halfway to Durham by now. Bloody extended site visits at the last minute!!!
Mosh your sales technique astounds me.. as for the wife beating **** just find out what his favourite tipple is.. offer to buy him a drink as a make up and be friends situ and lace it with some flavourless stuff… oh and bizarre had a good article on poisons again this month lol
Dawn – ta for that, only seeing as the pathetic, cowardly little **** won’t so much as look me in the eye, he’d never accept a drink. I’ll have to settle for ripping his face off with a clawhammer and feeding it to him before smashing his teeth to splinters.