Council CuntsStallion Explosion writes "I was in a record shop in Melbourne, flicking through the vinyl, when I found a record entitled 'Hackney Council Are A Bunch Of Cunts'"
We agree.
Have you been trapped in the relentless petty minded bureaucracy of your local council?
Why does it require 3 forms of ID to get a parking permit when the car in question is busy receiving a parking ticket right outside the parking office?
Or do you work for Hackney Council?
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chthonic, Thu 26 Jul 2007, 10:51)
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North Somerset County CouncilOr perhaps more specifically, certain parts of it.
Although I work from home during the week, I have a weekend job at Bristol airport, and don't get home on Saturday and Sunday nights till nearly midnight.
This one Sunday night there was a car parked outside the house opposite ours, so to leave room for passing cars, I parked half up on the pavement outside my house.
The next morning I looked out of my kitchen window to see a traffic warden happily ticketing my car. The cunt-munging bastard.
A ticket. A fuck-buggering parking ticket. For parking outside my own house. I don't think, in all honesty, I have ever been more angry with another human being - and in his case, I do use the word reservedly.
Now, there are a few extra points to this story, as follows:
1. I live in a cul-de-sac, three miles out of the town centre.
2. I have never seen a traffic warden in our part of town ever.
3. Our street is not visible from the main road: you Can't just happen upon it as you walk or drive past.
4. The woman a few doors away from me, who works for the council has recently fallen out with my best friend (and by association, with me) and is a petty, spiteful, vindictive bitch.
You don't have to be Sherlock fucking Holmes to work out a possible connection...
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b3th Not shit. Not mod., Thu 26 Jul 2007, 17:34,
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