Guilty, by the way.
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Guilty, by the way.
Unless we are 3-0 up by half-time there will be blood.
plus ça change
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Oddly, the 5 women on the jury required a good hour of mansplaining before they were prepared to commit to the obvious verdict.
I'm mad for the tram journey. I'm quite looking forward to next week. Banh mi for lunch at Boxpark!
Speaking of illegality, did you see how I spelt 'received', above? How on earth did that happen?
It's great fun. One gets a train to Shortlands, or Bickley; the rush hour has finished and a sense of post-storm calm pervades. The dappled sunlight fills the carriage and one is wafted past the backsides of houses - stealing glimpses of the inhabitants' most intimate moments. At Beckenham Junction we leave the old Victorian railway infrastructure and are delivered into the 21st century tram system, all automated announcements and LED lighting. An elderly Muslim gentleman boards at Arena and leaves at Lebanon Road. One muses upon his journey; why must he go to Lebanon Road at 09:30 on a Thursday morning? Is he to play chess with his friend Sadiq, with whom he arrived on a BOAC flight from Entebbe in 1972? How do they feel now about the cosy, comfortable suburbia of Addiscombe, nestling under London's bottom like a chick garnering warmth and goodness from its mother. Arrival at the court and, after 4 days, the security guards now wave you through with a wink and a cheery 'Good morning' and no longer insist, somewhat sternly, that you take a sip from your water bottle to prove it doesn't contain acid. At the lift you bump into a couple of other members of your panel and exchange tales of your journeys and hopes for an early finish; these people have almost become friends, yet you know that you will never speak to them again once this trial is over.
The whole thing is impossibly romantic.
Do they have permanent encampments, then? I know someone back in Bourmemouth that recently drove to confront a boy that had stolen several items from the beach. He was rebuked by the community who explained that they didn't know who the boy (that was in one of the caravans) was or where he had come from. The boy hit his car with an iron bar, smashing the rear windscreen and taking off 1 x wing mirror.
The local constabulary were informed and they were unable to locate the boy and none of the inhabitants of the camp were aware of the incident that had taken place but 30 minutes previously.
He went to a pikey camp to try and recover stolen goods? :hehe: And he expected to get somewhere? :hehe: :hehe:
Is this guy educationally subnormal? If not, his naivety is almost touching. He was lucky to emerge alive. These people are a dyed-in-the-wool criminal subculture and see the rest of us as prey. Thinking you can go and appeal to their sense of fairness, decency and sense of civic responsibility is fvcking hilarious.
It does seem to be an interesting life, doesn't it. My son sent me this, the other day; happened just up the way from his school. They just seemed to arrive. And they disappeared into thin air just as smartly the very next day, leaving not a rack behind, as the man said.
http://bc02.rp-online.de/polopoly_fs...3474538261.jpg
http://www.rp-online.de/nrw/staedte/...-aid-1.6998560
You English is crazy, innit. The fact that all the middle-aged men around here are sad-moody-loner-with-hunting-rifle types acts as a proper deterrent. Over there though, they can pouch hounds, that are innocently out for their morning run, with complete impunity and at no risk.