Do I attract these amoebic forms of life towards me? I'm talking about being shouted abuse at by some passing cyclists... two youths carrying gardening tools (makes a change from knives), who just launched into a tirade of language at me, for no reason. Luckily I was in my car, and for a moment, almost veered over as they cycled toward me, which would certainly not have killed them... but they would have ended up in the muddy stream. I asked at the Post Office if two boys, with bikes and gardening tools had called in... and yes, they had, and yes, everyone knew their names, and their parents who all live unhappily in this little village.
An elderly man said his allotment had been vandalised by the same two boys, losing him weeks, months of hard graft and produce.
Another elderly woman said they had approached her as she was walking to the shop and shouted abuse in her face, calling all sorts of derogatory names... you can imagine! I asked if anyone had reported them... and all shook their heads... "Naw, not worth it... nothing will get done!" And I thought, what a sad indictment of the state of our society and it's faith in our law enforcement.
So much for the village getting so upset about the Travellers' camp a mile away... I think the villagers ought to sort out their own problems!
Now where did I put my father's air gun???
PS. Hogday... can I borrow your mate - he with the balaclava and big muscles? No, must not go down the vigilante route... who knows where it would end??
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Sounds like you met the Tourettes Twins. I will confess that as a village bobby I used to harass the crap out of people like that until they realised that if they mended their ways whilst I was around, the `pain` would stop. This isn't some dream of a non-existent golden byegone age, I really did police my local yobs like that. Bumped into one a few years ago, she was working for `Victim Support` of all things! She reminded me of how I gave her and one of her brothers a mighty rollicking for being two-up on a bicycle and how her other naughty elder sibs' "lived in fear of me catching them". So I do get riled when trendies tell us that this was all tosh and never really happened. Alack and alas (Not to be confused with Alec and a lass)
PS. If you borrowed my mate I don't think you'd give him back ;))
... he's that good, eh?
No more community policemen... that's the problem. The average policeman has way too much paperwork so they don't get out and about. My Dad remembers fondly the policeman who used to go through his village on a bike. That policeman knew EVERONE!
Jenny,
I wish there was something I could do, too far away and too busy to help you. Sorry.
Regards
J
You are all so supportive... it gives me strength... thank you.
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