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Its Just Adz said:
The mind boggles, I was in the market for some free decking a while back for my folks allotment, comedy like the advert.I wonder if the replacement wood is £600 so they think £150!is a bargain
Or are they trying to trick people into thinking it’s worth something so they come and grab it
king bizarre.It's all kicked off on my one. Allegedly, someone on the parish council is married to the chairman but has been using a different surname to not raise suspicion of an inquiry that happened. The councillors are effectively gagged from giving out information to the public about the inquiry but one bloke has had enough and outed the councillor about only giving building permission, and contracts, to relatives and close friends etc. Turns out she owns a property service herself and the registered address is to an accountant. Who also owns a building firm!
pocketspring said:
It's all kicked off on my one. Allegedly, someone on the parish council is married to the chairman but has been using a different surname to not raise suspicion of an inquiry that happened. The councillors are effectively gagged from giving out information to the public about the inquiry but one bloke has had enough and outed the councillor about only giving building permission, and contracts, to relatives and close friends etc. Turns out she owns a property service herself and the registered address is to an accountant. Who also owns a building firm!
I’d ask which parish council it was but I’d imagine the answer would be every parish council…
Where we live is a nice enough place, the sort of place where at 7pm you could pop outisde and ask a family with torches why they are looking in bushes and under cars with torches, without being stabbed to death by a yoot
But no, you jump on face book and say all sorts of mad stuff about torches being flashed in your window “in the middle of the night”
Family man comes on a few hours later saying, don’t panic, it was me looking for an escaped kitten
But oh no, the local Facebook Karen’s have a bit of drama and won’t let it drop
Truly truly bizzare
But no, you jump on face book and say all sorts of mad stuff about torches being flashed in your window “in the middle of the night”
Family man comes on a few hours later saying, don’t panic, it was me looking for an escaped kitten
But oh no, the local Facebook Karen’s have a bit of drama and won’t let it drop
Truly truly bizzare
Spare tyre said:
Where we live is a nice enough place, the sort of place where at 7pm you could pop outisde and ask a family with torches why they are looking in bushes and under cars with torches, without being stabbed to death by a yoot
But no, you jump on face book and say all sorts of mad stuff about torches being flashed in your window “in the middle of the night”
Family man comes on a few hours later saying, don’t panic, it was me looking for an escaped kitten
But oh no, the local Facebook Karen’s have a bit of drama and won’t let it drop
Truly truly bizzare
I number of years ago I pulled up at the side of the road to take a phone call - no bluetooth/handsfree in the vehicle I was driving at the time. Only stopped for a couple of minutes if that, but noticed the curtains twitching from the house opposite as I set off but thought nothing of it. But no, you jump on face book and say all sorts of mad stuff about torches being flashed in your window “in the middle of the night”
Family man comes on a few hours later saying, don’t panic, it was me looking for an escaped kitten
But oh no, the local Facebook Karen’s have a bit of drama and won’t let it drop
Truly truly bizzare
Few miles down the road blue flashing lights came tearing up behind me and two police cars boxed me in. Apparently the police had received a number of calls from various residents saying I'd been stopping outside various houses in the village, looking through windows and sneaking into gardens. Didn't take long for the police to work out what happened. Showed them the call list on my phone which tallied up with when I was stopped, and despite it being a drizzly night my shoes and clothes were bone dry, as was the interior of the van which proved I hadn't even left the vehicle, let alone looking through windows or trying to break into garden sheds.
The whole thing blew my mind.
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