I lived in a rough area of Newcastle some years ago....
....as rough as a really rough badgers arse that had been specially roughened by an arse roughening expert using a new extra powerful electric arse roughener in order to win some prize for roughest arse, pretty rough, you get the picture. Our blocks of flats seemed to have either old people in them or the most unpleasant scratters imaginable shipped in by the council as the wrinklies died off. One such young scamp was always up to no good, driving around at breakneck speed in various uninsured death-traps, playing tuneless drum and bass pap at mental volumes, generally being a turd whilst ripped to the tits on something etc. One November 6th my then girliefriend said that apparently the daft fuckwit had been firing fireworks from outside his front door in the general direction of our block but the only reason we had'nt been burnt to the ground was because he had only stolen (probably) shitty fireworks that didn't have the range he wanted. Murder you can maybe understand, people have motives and stuff, but random acts of stupidity like dropping stuff off bridges and what this utter utter wanker was up to that get people hurt...... words really do fail me. About 6 months later said tosspot disappeared after the police stopped his car and found a bootful of petrol bombs. Don't know how long he got but the thought of Mr Big in the local prison introducing him to the joys of Man-love and explaining to him that in fact he isn't the toughest kid on the block makes my little face light up with joy. Oh yes!


Apologies for sounding like a ranting "hangings too good for 'em" type politician in the middle there, but in his case, by the plums, using barbed wire, I think it was.
(tinypod will never learn. Ever., Sun 28 Aug 2005, 12:54, Reply)