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Opened the curtains a short while ago to find a van blocking our drive. Grrr…

Then realised it was a guy changing the “For Sale” sign on number 9 to a “SOLD” one. I have rung Kim at work and a cheer was heard in her office!

*does a dance of joy and prepares the party food*

Well, things seem to be moving nicely on this front in that Kim’s offer was (finally) accepted on the property. A few weeks ago, he verbally accepted an offer and then decided to reject it once it came through to him via his estate agent, the prick.

Since then, we’ve seen people come up to the door to view the property and either be told to “**** off” (once) or just be blatantly ignored when he was most definitely in. One Saturday morning, there were two sets of people stood there ringing the estate agent to ask what was going on. I was in my neighbour’s (the one between me and “him”) and we could hear his house phone ringing, and him inside ignoring it…

The price of the property dropped a week ago so Kim put another offer in, this time directly to the estate agent. Aforementioned agent, incidentally, seemed to agree with Kim’s opinions. They’d noticed he seemed to be in a world of his own, not replying to messages, never answering his phone and so forth. He finally responded to a letter they wrote detailing the offer, and frankly I don’t think they can wait to shift the property and get rid of him.

Speaking to the friendly neighbour again, it seems that Ugh-Boy has also gotten himself a bad name with the two houses on the other side as well. The couple at number 7 played merry hell with him over two things. Shortly after their little lad was born (about 9 months ago), they were chucking his shitty nappies into a cardboard box in the back garden rather than disposing of them properly.

Not only did this bloody stink, number 7 have a very curious 2 year-old who sticks his fingers into everything… Of course, Rat-Boy’s not known for giving a **** about anyone else. This was resolved.

Next was more recently. It turns our that Mrs Number 7 works for the council and happened to spot the deeds he’s put through when the house went up for sale. On them, he stated he had some grass out front (he doesn’t – all the grass belongs to No.7) and that the house had free accessibility to the rear. Erm… no. There’s the small matter of her garden and the fence.

These would be the same obstacles she watched two delivery men trundle a living room suite over without her permission as they delivered it a few weeks ago. Needless to say she went ******* mental on him. Again.

Then there was a few weeks ago… Remember the fun I was having getting him not to illegally park his car in the ahared drive? Well, he took to parking it down the street, in front of number 5. With bits of his car sticking out over his theior drive, so they couldn’t get in or out.

The chap there is quite highly thought of – head chef, I believe, of a local restaurant. A proper one, not a McD’s or anything. I believe the conversation was along the lines of “If you don’t move your car and park it somewhere else, I’ll slash all the tyres and **** the windows up.”

He never parked there again.

What he did do was tail the guy’s wife up the main street at 30mph, at a distance of 3-4 inches, revving his throttle.

Needless to say, celebrations wil be had when he finally ***** off. I am thinking of organising a small party – invitations and everything. We’ll sit around as he packs, all holding balloons and stuff, then when he drives off up the street we’ll set off fireworks. There will be dancing and jelly and loud music.

And many households sticking fingers up as the inbred troll disappears off, never to be seen again.

Sorry about this. Apparently it seems I’ve “totally lost it” by having an opinion that differs to someone else and they “cant be arsed to put comments on mosh’s blog anymore” as a result.

Hey, well, I have opinions. I jump to them frequently, step back from them often, rethink them after further input on most occasions, but eventually they solidify and them’s them. I will always listen to someone else’s comments regardless of how radically they agree or disagree from my own. I try not to jump down people’s throats in response, though confess I sometimes fail.

There now follows the reponse I mailed to Elly regarding her post. Apologies for any repetition of previous postings that are muddled up in there:

So having an opinion that differs vastly from yours classes as having lost it completely now? Isn’t the point of having opinions that you care enough about them to defend them? That’s why I have comments on the blog, it’s why I let people post what they want without editing them and it’s why I chuck my 2p’s-worth onto other people’s if I feel the urge.

Speed kills. Yes. But so does dangerous driving. Driving outside the bounds of one’s own abilities. Not taking into account the weather. Etc etc. What’s wrong is the police/authorities are relying too heavily on catching speeders on camera, reducing the number of police in cars or by the roadside and failing to catch other (yes “other” – not “the real”) dangerous road users. Why? It’s cheaper, easier and involves less paperwork. It also looks good in the statistics. Frankly, I’d rather they put some nice cameras up round my house and street to catch, or deter, burglars. But it’s less likely that would have an effect, therefore nobody would be rewarded and get a pat on the back for it.

One road he’s been caught on (twice, the muppet) is straight, flat, well-surfaced and has never been the scene of a nasty accident, fatal or otherwise. It is traversed, literally, by maybe half a dozen vehicles a day.

While I agree with you on people speeding round bends, misjudging oncoming vehicles and so forth, on a road such as that above… where’s the risk? If there is any other traffic on that road – you can *see* it. For a massive distance in front or behind you. There are no junctions of parking places for them to suddenly appear from. There are no pedestrian zones, bridges, houses, schools or *anything* for someone to jump out at you from.

Those are the areas where speed cameras are pointless. Anyone speeding along there is of no danger to anyone unless they’re mindbogglingly stupid and happen to drive daftly on a rare occasion when another car is there. Why punish someone for speeding when there’s no risk from them doing so?

There are places I *would* like to see cameras. They should be used to keep speeds down in areas where it’s daft, not to punish people for wanting to get home a bit earlier on a road where the conditions and other traffic permit them to be a bit heavier with the accelerator.

As I have mentioned time and time again, put cameras both ways on all roads around every school and playground in the country. Limit them to 20mph. Also, there are many “Red Routes” across Lincolnshire where people have done what you mentioned in your last post – misjudged speeds on bends, and the actions of other traffic. Cameras there would force people to take the corners at a safer speed.

But, hey, if you’re not prepared to join in the discussion, that’s up to you. You’re entitled to your opinion, as I am to mine. I have changed my opinions on cameras, not by a lot but by some amount, due to talking to (or arguing with!) people over the last couple of years. Where I am now is about the limit of it. I can’t see me changing my mind any further. Like it or (as it seems) lump it.

Iain (who’s entitled to lose it once in a while 😛 )

Please note as I stated above – and below and in comments elsewhere – I don’t think all speed cameras should be removed. I just think that many are in the wrong places and are used for punishing people who – at the time of the offense – are no danger to themselves, other road users or the public at large.

Great, some politician gets to wave their hands up and say “we nabbed 45,000 speeders last month”, but how many of them were 55-year-old ladies coming home from Tesco who drifted to 33mph on an empty road, or some such equivalent?

Look, waving a bloody big knife around in the kitchen is a little silly but hardly dangerous if there’s nobody around. Doing the same thing in a crowded room is an entirely different matter. A camera designed to spot people waving knives would get both and punish someone who wasn’t acting in a manner liable to harm anyone. A trained police officer would spot and convict the correct one.

Seems everyone in the press and on the phone-ins has had their chance so sod it. As I’m always right, I’ll put forward my 2p’s worth and end it once and for all.

The guy’s a ****. A moron. An idiotic, spoilt brat in a man’s body. With a stick-thin, untalented, chav wife.

Frankly, I don’t care that he’s a (sporadically) talented midfielder. The fact he’s the England football team captain holds no water. At the end of the day, he’s in a position of responsibility that his tiny little kiddy brain can’t cope with.

1998 – takes a rough challenge from an Argentinian. While on the ground, he kicks out like a child in a playground then gets upset about being caught and sent off.

2004 – takes a rough challenge from a Welshman. At the first change he gets, knowing the worst punishment he’ll get is to miss a game he’d already miss through injury, he deliberately puts in a dangerous, late tackle.

You’d think after 6 years and a promotion to captain, he’d realise what a position he’s in. He’s there to set an example. Of course, he’s now grown-up enough to apologise. And explain himself.

Only all he’s done by explaining his actions is tell kids that it’s OK to **** someone if you won’t be worse off than you were before, and if you say “sorry” afterwards. It’s all OK now, isn’t it David? You pathetic excuse for a man.

Grow up, you prick.

I’m off work. I have ‘flu. Some women would argue that I only have a cold and that I’m a weakling. Well, get this: I’m male and we’re tougher. Never mind this “childbirth” cobblers – that only happens a couple of times per lifetime. It doesn’t count.

Men are providers, builders, scavengers, hunters, workers. We’re the ones banging our thumbs with hammers and getting our ribs broken to skive off trips to Azerbaijan. We know what being tough is all about.

So when I say I have headaches, sore joints, chills and a temperature, a runny/blocked nose and sensitive eyes I know what I’m talking about. It’s ‘flu, not a cold.

And that’s why women shouldn’t be doctors, either.

Oh, and they can’t bloody drive.

Watch them all kick a man in the comments when he’s down…